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PKEFACE. 



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In presenting this little volume to the 
public I have but one ambition — to please 
those partial friends, who have expressed 
a desire to have, in a more permanent 
form, these poems and songs, written dur- 
ing the few leisure hours that have fallen 
to my lot in the course of a busy life. 
Some of them date back to period more 
than twenty years ago, and the persons 
for whose approbation many of them were 
written have crossed the River of Death, 
and passed from the recollection of all 
save a few of their most intimate friends. 

While I do not challenge criticism, I 
am prepared to bear its sting, and look for 
my recompense to the kind hearts whose 



PREFACE. 

friendship and loving appreciation have 
been dearer to me than could have been 
the highest meed of fame. 

For them, then, these lines were writ- 
ten, and to them this little volume is ded- 
icated by their obliged friend, 

THE AUTHOR. 



Poems, Ballads and Songs 



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THE CREATION. 

When God made the world and all things 

therein, 
He made man from the dust, untainted by sin ; 
He planted a garden with beautiful trees, 
Then told Adam to eat such fruit as he pleased, 

Except the Tree of Life ; he need not ask why. 
" In the day thou eatest thou shalt surely die!" 
But Satan was there, to tempt our mother, Eve. 
He told her that God was trying to deceive. 

He said to the woman, "The tree will make 
you wise, 

That the fruit is good and will open your eyes ;" 

Then the woman partook and broke God's com- 
mand ; 

Then she said to Adam, " Come, reach forth 
your hand." 

Then Adam was tempted to partake of the 

tree. ' 
He said to himself, •' I would like for to see 
Why God commanded and said I should not eat, 
When the fruit looks so good, so pleasant and 

sweet." 



G NOAH'S FLOOD. 

When Adam partook, he broke God's com- 
mand. 

Then the earth was cursed for the sake of man. 

Then God said, " As thon hast brought death to 
thy race, 

Thou shalt eat bread by the sweat of thy face." 

So death hath still reigned from Adam until 

now. 
The earth hath been tilled by the hoe and the 

plow, 
While sorrow and sighing have been our lot, 
The sin of our parents is never forgot. 

Then let us be careful and not disobey, 
If we sin against God it will never pay ; 
If we live in sin we will die in disgrace, 
And will miss of heaven, that beautiful place. 

NOAHS FLOOD. 

When once the world quite wicked grew 
Then God determined what to do. 
He gave the rain and floods command 
To sweep the nations from the land. 

But, as He saw there were a few 
That served their Maker — that were true, 
Them God determined for to save 
¥rom sleeping in a watery grave. 

When Noah had prepared an ark, 
•On which but eight souls did embark, 
With birds and beasts, by twos we find. 
With males and dams of every kind. 

They saw the clouds above them rise, 
With thunder pealing from the skies ; 
The lightnings flashed, the thunders roar'd, 
While from the clouds the waters poured. 



GOING TO KENTUCKY. 

For forty days the rain came down, 
Flooding the country and the towns, 
Till all became a mighty sea, 
So that none could find a place to flee. 

It rose above the mountain's height ; 
It must have been an awful sight ; 
While death it reigned on every hand, 
Till all were swept from off the land. 

The Ark did on the waters ride ; 
God tor His people did provide ; 
He kept them all to see the da}', 
Until the floods were swept away. 

GOING TO KENTUCKY. 

We used to go to old Kentuck, 

Across the Ohio River ; 
We used to say to her "Good luck! " 

'Twas all we had to give her. 

Cho. — Yankee Doodle is a tune 

That comes so very handy. 
When we had a little fun, 
We whistled Doodle Dandy. 

They used to say of Old Kentuck," 
" The ground is low and mucky. 

They used to say to her good luck. 
That she was mighty plucky. 

We lived within the Hoosier State ; 

We used to cross on Sunday. 
We little boys were all playmates ; 

We had to work on Monday. 

Sometimes the wind in torrents blew. 

Which set the boat to rocking ; 
While some were scared, 'tis very true. 

Their looks were verv shocking. 



GOING TO KENTUCKY. 

We had two oars on each side ; 

It took two boys to row it ; 
Sometimes we had a pleasant ride, 

Sometimes we made her go it. 

We had a helmsman at the stern ; 

He seemed to understand it. 
To either side he made it turn. 

We knew just where to land it. 

Sometimes our shirt and pants we drew, 

And jumped into the river ; 
While the wind upon us blew, 

Our lips were seen to quiver. 

Sometimes we tried to swim a race. 

We started all together ; 
As each one tried to keep his place, 

We went it like a feather. 

Sometimes we made a sudden bound ; 

We dived unto the bottom ; 
When we came up were nearly drowned- 

Those things I've not forgotten. 

Sometimes we took a pleasant walk, 
We went among the darkies, 

While some of them with us did talk— 
We thought that we were larkies. 



WE MOURN FOR THE DEAD. 9 
WE MOURN FOR THE DEAD. 

WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN, 
PRESIDENT OF THE U. S. 

Bom February 12, 1809. Died April 15, 1865. 

The President is dead! 

He now is fast asleep ; 
His spirit it has fled, 

The Nation for him weeps. 

Oho. — The time for mourning it has come, 
The time for mourning it has come, 
0, let the Nation bow her head. 

How sudden was the call, 

How hard from him to part, 

He was so kind to all, 

He had a tender heart. 

Cho. — The time, &c. 

Our father Abraham, 

We ne'er shall see him more ; 
The traitor will be damned 

That laid him in his gore. 

Cho. — The time, &c. 

The Nation's called to mourn 
For one she loved so dear ; 

Her bosom it is torn 

For one she felt so near. 

Cho. — The time, &c* 

He was so good and kind 

To friend as well as foe ; 
He had an excell'nt mind, 

And that his works do show. 



10 EMANCIPATION. 

He led his people on, 

He set the captive free ; 

But now he's dead and gone. 
Oh, Lord we look to thee. 

Cho. — The time, &c. 

Then let us bow the knee, 

And look to God on high, 

Who will our comfort be, 
If we on him rely. 

Cho. — The time, &c. 

Like Moses he did stand 

And view the landscape o'er ; 

He viewed the promised land 
On Canaan's peaceful shore. 

Cho. — The time, <fec. 



EMANCIPATION, 

Ye friends of freedom, swell the song! 

Columbia now is free. 
Come join our ranks and march along! 

Go sound the Jubilee! 

Cho. — The time is approaching. 
I hope to live to see 
All those that are in fetters bound. 
Will have their liberty. 

As Mr. Lincoln was the man, 
Who set the bondsmen free, 

We now can take them by the hand. 
And hold a Jubilee. 



EM A NO I PA TION. 1 1 

The time has come when Ave can say 

America is free ! 
I read the news the other day — 

Go sound the Jubilee! 

The Star of Freedom, when it rose. 

Shed gladness all around. 
The news is spreading where it goes — 

Let tyrants catch the sound. 

Strike all your notes and raise them high. 

My native land is free, 
Until it towers to the sky. 

Go sound the Jubilee! 

Go spread the news both far and near, 

And let the echoes fly! 
Give all the world a chance to hear, 

And let our praises vie ! 

O, may it run with lightning speed. 

Our spirits for to cheer ; 
Talk of the man that did the deed ; 

Give all a chance to hear. 

No more within our country's bounds 
We'll hear the hickory crack, 

Or see the slaves, or hear the hounds 
Go yelling on their track. 

Proclaim it from the mountain top, 

My native land is free! 
From every farm and every shop 

Go sound the Jubilee ! 

As nineteen years will soon be gone, 

Since Lincoln set them free, 
And still we're moving right along. 

In peaoe and harmony;. 

May Heaven deign to bless us all, 
While here on earth we stav. 



1 12 ABRAHAM'S SERVANT SWORN. 



That when we leave this earthly ball, 
May leave eternally. 



ABRAHAM SWEARING HIS SERVANT. 

When Abraham thought that he shortly must 

die, 
With the hand of his servant under his thigh, 
He thought it was time for Isaac to marry ; 
His servant he swore and sent him to Syria. 

The daughters of Canaan they never can heir, 
Of the fortunes of Isaac they never can share ; 
If the woman thou rind'st will not follow thee, 
Then as for thine oath thou shalt be set free. 

The angel of God will keep thee in thy way, 
If thou wilt but hearken and his counsel obey. 
He came to her city, he stopped at the well, 
He prayed to his maker and asked him to tell. 

As he saw a woman was coming in sight, 
He prayed to his maker to guide him aright. 
When Rebecca came up, though nothing she 

knew, 
She gave him a drink and his ten camels too. 

As this was the sign he did ask of the Lord, 
He asked for her kindred and did her reward 
By thanks. "My father Laban, my brother 
Nahar, grandfather, Milca grandmother." 

•'Can we lodge at your house — can we stay for 

the night? 
If we can do so, we will make it all right." 
Then Rebecca ran home all rilled with delight, 
When Laban came out for to look at the night. 



ABRAHAM'S SERVANT S WORK 13 

They opened their door, they did welcome 

them in. 
They did talk of their health and how they had 

been. 
The servant seemed anxious his mission to tell ; 
He spake of Eebecca while out at the well. 

As I have come to seek young Isaac a bride, 
Rebecca's the one, I am well satisfied. 
When Rebecca was asked, she did not say no. 
She answered the servant and said I will go. 

As she had consented to be Isaac's bride, 
They mounted their camels and off they did ride. 
They came to the place where young Isaac did 

wait, 
As he walked in the field for to meditate. 

She said to the servant, "Who is this I see?" 
"It's young master Isaac — he's waiting for thee." 
Her journey was ended, her strength did not fail, 
When she heard it was Isaac she drew on her 
vail. 

He took her to his tent, he took her for his 

wife, 
She was his companion to journey through life. 
They had but two children and they were born 

twins, 
Here the life of Esau and Jacob begins. 

When the boys grew up it doth plainly appear 
That Jacob kept flocks and Esau killed deer; 
When Esau grew hungry and wanted to eat, 
He sold his birthright for a morsel of meat. 



14 ISAA C AND ESA U. 

ISAAC AND ESAU. 



When Isaac told Esau to kill him a deer, 
He gathered his armor and off he did steer, 
But before he did go he told him for why, 
He wanted to bless him before he should die. 

Rebecca called Jacob ; she did her son bid, 
For to go to the fold and fetch her two kids. 
She dressed them and cooked them and made 

savory meat, 
And told her son Jacob his brother to cheat. 

"You know that I'm smooth, my brother is not. 
If father should feel me he'll find out the plot." 
As Jacob was smooth, and his skin it was fair, 
She put mitts on his hands, all covered with 
hair, 

With a piece round his neck, all made of the 

same. 
He said to his father, "Esau is my name." 
"How came it, my son, you have got back so 

quick?" 
He told him a falsehood to cover the trick. 

"Come near to me, my son, vour hands I must 

feel, 
Before I consent for to take of your meal. 
If this is Esau it is hard for to tell, 
It is the voice of Jacob, I know, right well. 

Art thou my son Esau?" then said the old man. 
He answered his father, "My father, I am." 
He then gave his father the sweet savory meat 
Rebecca had prepared for Isaac to eat. 

He then gave the blessing to Jacob his son, 
And knew not the cheat till after it was done. 



ISAAC AND ES4U. 15 

When Esau got ready his sweet savory meat, 
He said to his father, "0, father, come eat." 

"Whose voice is this that is calling unto me"? 

"It is Esau, thy son, I harkened to thee." 

The old man trembled when he saw what was 

done, 
The blessing he had given to Jacob, his son. 

Then Esau did weep with a loud bitter cry, 
"O, father, do bless me before thou shalt die." 
"As thou shalt be great, and that I can well see, 
Thy brother shall be great, still greater than 
thee. " 

Then Esau grew angry and threatened to slay ; 
When Isaac took Jacob and sent him away. 
As he lay on the ground the very first night, 
As he slumbered and slept he saw a great sight. 

He saw the angels as they past up and down, 
Upon a high ladder, that sat on the ground. 
He went down to Syria, with Laban he lived, 
He asked him if Rachel, his daughter, he'd 
give. 

As he loved Rachel as he did his own life, 

He worked seven years for to have her his wife. 

Then Laban put Jacob and Leah to bed, 

He knew not the cheat till morning.it is said. 

"I served thee for Rachel," to Llban said he, 
"By giving me Leah thou hast cheated me," 
"For seven more years you may have Rachel, 

too." 
He loved her so well he thought that it would 

do. 

They had two children, they were Joseph and 
Ben, 



16 IS A A C AND ESA U. 



They had some half brothers, their number 

was ten. 
In the Scriptures of truth we are plainly told, 
T'was by the half brothers that Joseph wac 

sold. 

He went down to Egypt, was Potiphar's slave ; 
His wife toward Joseph did rudely behave, 
Though Joseph she entreated, she could not 

prevail, 
She then became angry and put him in jail. 

T'was in the dark prison where Joseph was kept, 
That the Butler and Baker slumbered and slept. 
Early one morning when they got out of bed, 
"We have had strange dreams," unto Joseph 
they said. 

"I dreamed," says the Butler, "I saw the King- 
sup, 
On three bunches of grapes, I pressed in a cup," 
"As this is the meaning," says Joseph, "I see, 
At the end of three days, thou shalt be set free." 

The Baker had dreamed of three baskets of 

meat, 
On which the fowls of heaven were seen to eat. 
"As this is the meaning," says Joseph, "I see, 
That thou shalt be taken and hanged on a tree." 

Then Pharaoh himself had a strange dream, 
Which no one could explain but Joseph it seems. 
"I dreamed," says Pharaoh, "of seven fat kine. 
They fed in a meadow, they looked very fine." 

He then saw seven kine that looked very mean, 
Though they ate all the fat ones, they looked 
><• ; .rvery lean... ; - •;,:. ... 
Upon one stalk he then saw seven full ears, 



CJESAR, CRASSUS ANDPOMPEY. V 



Then seven more blasted to us it appears. 

"For seven full years there'll be plenty of grain, 
Then seven years of dearth thy garners to 

drain." 
As Joseph was able the dream to explain, 
He was then appointed to store up the grain. 

Then Jacob sent his sons to Egypt for bread ; 
They there saw Joseph, whom their father 

thought dead. 
But they knew not Joseph, whom they once 

had sold, 
But Joseph knew them, in the Bible we're told. 



CJESAR, CRASSUS AND POMPEY. 

When once the world distracted grew. 
Caesar, Pompey and Crassus, too, 
All met to see what they could do, 
By talking over the matter. 

And when at length they did agree, 
That to divide betwixt the three, 
All the wide world from sea to sea, 
Then each would be a ruler. 

And that their love ne'er might falter. 
Caesar marries Pompey 's daughter. 
Off he went to rule his quarter, 
Within the Isle of Britain. 

To Crassus fell the German States. 
He pushed the battle to their gates. 
Where, as if doomed to meet his fate, 
He fell while bravely fighting. 

To Pompey fell the old domain ; 



18 CJESAB, CRASS US AND POMPEY. 



There in great peace he thought to reign, 
And never go to war again ; 
In this he was mistaken. 

The news of Caesar's great exploits, 
In which they all took great delight, 
And in his praise they did unite, 
Which roused Pompey's jealousy. 

The news young Caesar quickly heard, 
And old Pompey he never feared, 
But for his land he quickly steered, 
To meet and conquer Pompey. 

And when he reached the Rubicon, 
"If now I stop, I am undone. 
The die is cast, the war's begun." 
He could not think of halting. 

Their veteran armies soon did meet, 
When Pompey beat a base retreat, 
And fell to musing in his seat, 
Until his camp was taken. 

He now was seized with mighty dread, 
And off for Egypt quickly fled, 
Where soon he lost his ruthless head, 
By those he sought protection. 

His freedman, Phillip's by his side, 
And for his funeral did provide. 
They burnt his body near the tide, 
Where still remains his ashes. 

Young Caesar now is left alone. 
He thinks of seating on a throne, 
To rule the world he calls his own, 
For which the Senate slew him. 



CONVERSION OF ST. PA UL. 19 



CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL. 

When Paul received letters from the high priest, 
When all things were ready he mounted his 

beast ; 
Then off for Damascus away he did ride, 
With his escort to help him close at his side. 

When to the city we find that he drew near, 
A voice from heaven then stopped his career ; 
As the voice he did hear, but no one could see, 
Which said to Paul, "Why persecutest thou 



•'Who art thou, Lord? Pray tell me what I must 

do!" 
"Go to the city and it shall be told you." 
They then led him away to Judas' inn, 
For three days and three nights he mourned 

for his sins. 

When he had repented the Holy Ghost'came ; 
He then rose and was baptised in Jesus' name. 
He then preached the gospel to Gentile and 

Jews, 
Wherever he went he did tell the glad news. 

How Jesus had met him along the highway ; 
A light had shown round him as bright as noon- 
day ; 
When he was examined before Felix's bar 
His love for the Savior in power declared. 

He stood quite undaunted with foes and with 

friends, 
The cause of his Master in honor defends ; 
No doubt all assembled expected to see 
The prisoner stand trembling at Felix's decree. 



20 THE BIBLE IS THE WORD OF GOD. 



But the scene was quite changed, and strange 

to behold, 
When Felix stood trembling at the prisoner 

bold; 
Although he was convinced he would not obey. 
But said he would hear him on some other day. 

They took him at length away from his home, 
He preached the gL\d tidings in the city of 

Rome. 
"I am not ashamed of the Gospel," he said ; 
They condemned him at last and cut oft' his 

head. 



THE BIBLE 18 THE WORD OF GOD. 

The bible is the word of God, 
It shows the path that Jesus trod ; 
It points to us the narrow way 
That leads to life eternally. 

It points to us the path of sin, 
And tell us not to walk therein. 
If life eternal we would gain, 
With saints immortal ever reign. 

We must by deeds of kindness show 
In all our actions here below, 
We try to live in peace and love, 
As taught by Christ who reigns abov 



Then while we live, O let us pray 
That we may never go astray ; 
May love the Lord with all the heart, 
And nerer from his word depart. 

That if by Satan we are tried. 

The word* of truth shall be our guide, 

To bring us to that happy land, 



OLD SETTLER'S SONG. 21 



No more to take the parting band. 

With saints immortal ever reign, 
There freed from sorrow and from sin ; 
There for to sing our sufferings o'er, 
To reign with Christ forevermore. 



OLD SETTLER'S SONG. 

I lived in Jefferson before I came here, 
My father did hunt — he killed turkeys and deer ; 
Then women were known to skutch out the flax, 
From which they made linen to put on our 
backs. 

It was then common. I'll have you understand, 
For to card the wool and to spin it by hand ; 
While the girls at the wheels were cheerful and 

gay, 

My mother at the loom kept banging away. 

The people in common in home-made were 

dressed, 
When the Sabbath came round they put on 

their best. 
I came to Hancock in the year thirty-two, 
The houses were scarce and the people were 

few. 

The country- was new when I first settled here, 
I hunted wild turkeys and killed of the deer ; 
Then peavines and nettles and plenty of frogs, 
And snakes and big turtles were seen among 
the bogs. 

Then porcupines and possums were caught in 
dens, 



22 OLD SETTLERS SONG. 



And wolves they were caught in steel traps and 

pens ; 
There were few of our men that ever wore boots, 
Though they cleared in the green and plowed 

among roots. 

Then women were known for to work on the 

farm , 
Or at the spinning wheel, and thought it no 

harm ; 
They often did up their work quite late at 

night, 
And had breakfast next morning before it was 

light. 

They wrapped up their babies so snug and so soft. 

Then rocked them to sleep in an old sugar- 
trough ; 

The children went ragged and in their bare feet, 

Their mother still kissed them and said they 
were sweet. 

We now have got railroads and telegraphs too, 
The churches and school houses are not a few ; 
We now have got plenty and something to 

spare, 
Fine boots on our feet and good clothes for to 



We men can drink coffee, women can drink tea, 
And are living as happy as happy can be ; 
While the children grow fat on butter and milk, 
The ladies go dressed in their satin and silks. 

While people are passing from day unto day, 
We see them in fine buggies along the highway ; 
We hear the cars whistle, we hear the bells ring, 
While the people do meet to pray and to sing. 



SCENES OF NA TUBE. 



We now have fine carpets and big feather beds, 
And great big pillows to put under our heads ; 
With plenty of good books and papers to read, 
Among the great nations we're taking the lead. 

SCENES OF NATURE. 

The scenes of nature — how sublime! 
Still passing on through length of time ; 
The marks of God all good and great, 
Yet time for us dare never wait. 

Still moving on from day to day, 
Nor does it tarry by the way ; 
While all his works do show some sign 
The hand that made them is divine. " 

The sun, the brightest orb of light, 
With all the stars that shine by night ; 
The moon, also, with her broad face, 
Is always sure to keep her place. 

The little spears of grass that grow, 
The rain and hail and drifting snow ; 
The brooks, the rills, the mighty streams, 
From which the gushing fountain teems. 

The mighty ocean, deep and wide, 
The foaming billows and the tide : 
The mighty fish that's in the sea, 
The fly, the ant, and honey bee. 

While man, the noblest work of all 
That moves upon this earthly ball ; 
He builds the cities great and grand, 
That dot the earth in every land. 

In everything that we behold. 



24 NEBUDCHADNEZZAR S VISION 



The brass, the silver and the gold ; 
The drifting sands upon the shore, 
The rocks and hills and kinds of ore. 

The mountains, too, both steep and high, 
That tower up toward the sky ; 
The mighty lakes and burning sands, 
All keep their place at his command. 

NEBUCHADNEZZAR'S VISION. 

Nebuchadnezzar wished to know 

What would take place when he was dead. 
Then in a vision God did show 

An image with a golden head. 

While resting on his bed at night, 
The image did before him stand. 

To look upon it was a sight ; 

The sight thereof was very grand. • 

It's arms and breast were silver bright, 
It's belly brass, it's thighs were too ; 

He gazedand wondered at the sight ; 
A sight so strange for one to view. 

It's legs were iron, it's feet in part 
Were made of iron and of clay. 

And if the image had a heart, 
Of this he's not a word to say. 

He saw ten toes upon it's feet, 

That they were mixed with potter's clay. 
He saw the image ground complete, 

Then by the winds was blown away. 

He saw a little stone was cut, 

That from the mountain without hand. 



WALLS OF JERICO THROWN DOWN. 25 



It smote the image on it's foot ; 
And rolled nntil it filled the land. 

When the magicians they were called, 
"Were none of them that could explain. 

When Daniel came, the last of all, 
He told the dream and made it plain. 

Thou art the mighty head of gold, 

Unto the King he did declare ; 
"As all is resting neath thy fold, 

Thy kingdom reaches everywhere. 

A second kingdom shall arise ; 

It will not be exceeding strong, 
Nor will it equal thine in size, 

Nor will continue near so long. 

The brass the kingdom third shall be ; 

It shall bear rule in every land ; 
The time will come, as thou dids't see, 

It can not any longer stand. 

That the fourth kingdom it shall break ; 

That the whole world it shall tread down, 
A war upon the saints shall make ; 

The saints at length shall wear the crown." 



WALLS OF JERICO THROWN DOWN. 

When God commanded Joshua 
To march around old Jerico, 

This he should do but once a day, 
With seven trumpets for to blow. 

The men of war they marched before, 
The people followed in the rear. 

The horns of rams were made to roar, 



26 A LITTLE. 



So everyone the sound could hear. 

Thus once a day they marched around ; 
At night they lay within the tents. 

They early rose, went round the town, 
And thus each day and night were spent. 

For six days they did do the same : 
Each day they did what was to do, 

But when the seventh morning came, 
Their march afresh they did renew. 

When seven times they marched around. 
And no one seems to have a doubt, 

The}' gave the horns a lengthy sound. 
Then all at once they gave a shout. 

The city walls at once fell down ; 
The people marched and took the place ; 

And then the trumpets ceased to sound. 
But Achen did his name disgrace. 

As when a wedge of gold he found, 
A costly garment rich and fine, 

He took and hid them in the ground. 
Still thinking to himself "they're mine." 

The crime from God was not concealed. 
As Achen had committed theft, 

The crime to all was then revealed. 
Then he and his were stoned to death. 

[Christian Union.] 

A LITTLE. 



Come little children, now you may 
Partake a little morsel. 

Now Bible songs and little ways 
Adorn the great Apostle. 



A LITTLE. 27 



A little drop of Jesus' blood 
Can make a feast of union. 

It is by little steps we move 
Into a full communion. 

A little charity and zeal. 
A little tribulation, 

A little patience makes us feel 
Great peace and consolation. 

A little spirit like a dove 
On Jesus once descended ; 

To show his meekness and.his love. 
This emblem was intended. 

A little title of the lamb 
Unto our Lord was given ; 

Such was our Saviour's little name 
The Lord of earth and heaven. 

A little voice that's great and still, 
Can rule the whole creation ; 

A little stone the earth shall fill 
And humble every nation. 

A little grace supports the soul ; 
It does our hearts inspire. 

A little spark lights up the whole, 
And sets the crowd on fire. 

A little union serves to hold 
The good and honest-hearted. 

'Tis stronger than a chain of gold. 
For they can ne'er be parted. 



28 TAKING OF FORT DONELSON. 

TAKING OF FORT DONELSON. 

When peal after peal the loud cannon did roar, 
At Donelson's fort on the Cumberland shore ; 
When hundreds of brave men who came at the 

call, 
Were sent to the grass b} r the swift cannon ball. 

The rebels they crept through the darkness at 

night, 
And opened their tire as the day dawned with 

light. 
The troops for the 1. nion were gallant and brave, 
They fought with true courage the Union to 

save. 

With shot and with shell they now opened the 

ball, 
When many brave soldiers were seen for to fall ; 
They fought like tigers, they did stand their 

ground, 
Nor did they retreat till they shot their last 

round. 

Now Commodore Foote was out on the rough 

waves, 
Battering the fort with his true gallant braves ; 
His boats were disabled, he had to retire, 
While the rebels kept up a deafening fire. 

It was now the third day since the battle begun, 
When neither could say they'd lost or they'd 

won ; 
Our generals were brave, they did not dismay, 
Of nothing they thought but of winning the 

day. 

They were now in earnest, the battle renewed. 
The dead and wounded together were strewed ; 



EVILS OF INTEMPERANCE. 29 

When General Smith was ordered for to storm 
The works of the rebels, the battle grew warm. 

The troops of the Union were gallant and brave, 
And soon on the walls our flag was seen to wave ; 
Three cheers for the Union with rapture they 

gave, 
While tiro flag of the Union above them did 

wave. 

Our brave Hoosier boys, b} r young Wallace led, 
They soon strewed the ground with the dying 

and dead ; 
The place it was taken, they made a great haul, 
By capturing the fort, old Buckner, and all. 



[Selected— Author unknown.] 
EVILS OF INTEMPERANCE. 

Of all the crimes that ever has been, 
Selling whisk}- is the greatest sin ; 
It's caused more misery, pain and woe, 
Than any other crime we know. 
Cho. — So get out of the way you whisky seller, 
For you've ruined many a clever fellow. 

You've caused the children bitter cries, 
And tears to flow from mothers' eyes ; 
You've made the children cry for bread, 
As hungry they've been sent to bed. 
Cho. — So get out of the way, <kc. 

You've robbed the statesman of his brains, 
And filled his head with aches and pains ; 
He's oftimes in the gutter found, 
And feeling upward for the ground,. 
Cho. — So get out of the way, &c. 



30 TO OUR SOLDIERS, 



The doggery stands upon the street, 
Where all the drunkards they do meet ; 
They drink their whisk}-, curse and swear. 
And then they go to pulling hair. 
Cho. — So get out of the way, tl-c. 

To see the drunkard take his jug, 
Then to the doggery he will tug ; 
He takes his fill of alcohol, 
Then on the ground he's sure to fall. 
Cho. — So get out of the way, &c. 

They make the druukard think he's wise, 
And then they bung up both his eyes ; 
And then they turn him out of doors. 
And on the ground aloud he roars. 
Cho. — So get out of the way, &c. 



TO OUR SOLDIERS— NOVEMBER 14, 18G2. 

The wrongs of my country our soldiers will 

right, 
Although they may yet have many a fight ; 
The war on the Union that is now begun, 
Never can stop till the victory is won. 

More than one year ago our flag it was borne 
Away from Fort Sumter, all tattered and torn ; 
When the news it did run with telegraph speed, 
Our Abe did resolve for to punish the deed. 

The war on the Union that set you on fire, 
That ran through the land on the telegraph 

wire, 
Never can stop till the victory's complete,' 
And the rebels are found for to bow at your feet. 

May the blessings of heaven your effort attend, 



MAKING RHYMES. 31 



And hasten the time when war it shall end ; 
When the stars and the stripes in triumph shall 

wave, 
All over the land of the free and the brave. 

You havfi left your homes for the battle and 

strife, 
The sacrifice to make perhaps with your life ; 
Although you may fall in some far distant land. 
May the stars and the stripes still wave o'er the 

land. 



We're in for the Union — we hope ever to be, 
At home or abroad, on land or the sea ; 
Old Jeff- is a traitor — he thinks he is great — 
That traitors do love and all Union men hate. 

I would hang him as high as old Haman was 

hung, 
Then lay him away where the buzzards would 

come ; 
At the head of his grave I would set up a chunk, 
Then say to the world I had buried a skunk. 



A tribute of thanks to our soldiers we give, 
While here on this earth they're permitted to 

live ; 
We can never forget the deeds they have done 
The hard battles fought and the victories won 



MAKING RHYMES. 

If by taking my time, I can make a rhyme, 
While seated on Sundaj'-, 

I think it no crime, if I'm up to the time, 
For my work on Monday. 



82 MAKING RHYMES. 



The Sabbath is the day, the Bible it doth say, 

Our labor is ended. 
It never will pay to keep working away, 

For fear God's offended. 

The Lord he is kind, we ought to bear in mind 
There's none that's above Him. 

He'll not leave us behind, and that we will find 
If true we do love Him. 

The Lord he is my friend ; on Him I will depend 

To help me in trouble. 
As God is my friend, if Him I shall offend, 

My sorrows would double. 

I know that He is just ; in Him I will trust 

To help me when needy. 
For labor I must, for fear that 1 will rust — 

Should never be greedy. 

If I keep His command, my soul it will land. 

In the land of glory. 
And at His right hand, in order will stand, 

I'll tell the glad story. 

How Jesus has died, a place to provide 

For all that obey Him. 
When crossed o'er the tide, when close at His 
side, 

We know we will praise Him. 

With rapture we'll sing "The Lord is our king 

We'll praise Him forever." 
To Christ our King in rapture we'll sing, 

Where nothing can sever. 



AHA SURAS AND ESTHER 



AHASURAS AND QUEEN ESTHER. 

King Ahasuras made a feast, 
He called together many a lord ; 

He sent for Vashti as a guest, 
Her will with his did not accord. 

Although her dress was very fine, 
She knew they would upon her gaze ; 

She knew they were well drunk with wine, 
She did not want to have their praise, 

The lords her conduct did condemn, 
They told the king it would not do ; 

For wives to disobey their men, 

Would spoil the Gentile and the Jew. 

The king must have one in her room ; 

They gathered maids throughout the land 
These ladies they were well perfumed, 

Before the king they all did stand. 

Young Esther was the lucky maid, 
Her cousin's name was Mordecai ; 

Proud Hainan when his plan was laid, 
He thought to hang him very high. 

To Haman would not bend his knee, 
This Haman thought he could not stand ; 

The king for Haman did decree 
To slay the Jews throughout the land. 

As Haman had deceived the king, 
The king of Haman was so proud, 

He seemed to grant him anything, 
As unto him the people bowed. 

Then Mordecai was sore distressed, 
• 3 



34 AHASURAS AND ESTHER. 



And all the Jews throughout the land ; 
The queen must perish with the rest, 
This she was made to understand. 

But as Queen Esther was a Jew, 

That Ahasuras did not know, 
His love to her was ever true, 

He helped her power to overthrow. 

Then Esther went before the king. 

He held his sceptre in his hand ; 
He felt to grant her anything 

To half the kingdom of the land. 

•'What's your petition, Esther dear? 

You are the one I most regard ;" 
'•'That .you and Haman quick appear 

Unto the feast I have prepared." 

The king and Haman were her guests, 
She seemed to treat them very kind ; 

She did prepare for them her best, 

They had a feast, they drank her wine. 

She then announced another feast, 
The king and Haman did invite ; 

She prayed to God and never ceased, 
That he would guide and keep her right. 

That night the king he could not sleep, 
The book of records he had read ; 

When once two men his life did seek, 
That Mordecai had saved his head. 

Haman was at his house that night, 
He bragged and boasted very high ; 

But o'er his hopes there came a blight. 
Whene'er he thought of Mordecai. 

A gallows they prepared that night, 



AHASURAS AND ESTHER, 35 



It was some fifty cubits high ; 
Went to the king at dawn of light, 
To ask to hang Mordecai. 

THE KING. 

"What for the man I like the best, 
The one in whom I most confide?" 

HA MAN. 

"Let him in the king's robe be dressed, 
Then let him on the king's horse ride. 

"Then let him through the streets be led. 
By one who's standing very high." 

THE KING. 

"Go and do as thou hast said, 
Unto the man Mordecai." 

They now must go to Esther's feast, 
The king and Haman both were there. 

THE KING. 

"What's your petition, Esther dear?" 
"That you my life and people spare." 

THE KING. 

"I'd like to see the man 

That would do harm or hurt to thee ;" 
"This wicked Haman, here he stands, 

For whom -thou didst my death decree." 

As Haman knew his plans were laid, 
To slay the Jews and Mordecai ; 

They took the gallows he had made, 
They hanged the fellow high and dry. 

y He had ten sons — they hanged them all 
Upon the gallows he had made ; 
On many more the Jews did fall, 
Their bodies in the dust were laid. 

The Jews ordained a solemn feast, 



SEEK GOD EARLY. 



In memory of the victory won ; 
As God did give the nation peace, 
The feast of Esther still remains. 



SEEK GOD EAELY. 

To mind religion while we're young, 
To hearken to the Master's call, 

Will do us good for years to come, 
Would be a blessing to us all. 

Why should the children go astray, 
When God to them's so good and kind? 

His holy word they should obey, 
And never cast his word behind. 

'Twill never do to live in sin, 

Or think of waiting till we're old ; 

'Tis better far we now begin, 
As in the Bible we are told. 

As death's abroad within our land, 
Our friends are dropping one by one ; 

The Savior's holding out his hands- 
He says "Poor sinners, will you come?" 

Make up your mind, give God your heart, 
That He may cleanse you from your sins 

And now for Heaven make a start ; 
No longer wait, but now begin. 

Come meekly bow at Jesus' leet, 
Confession to your Savior make, 

Until you feel his love is sweet, 

Then never more your God forsake. 



SUBMIT TO GOD. ?>7 

SUBMIT TO GOD. 

Into Thy hand Almighty Savior, 

We do submit our all and all ; 
O, grant to us Thy gracious favor, 

While here upon this earthly ball. 

Thy gentle hand is with us ever, 
As b} r the prophets we are told, 

The world and Satan cannot sever 
If we but keep within Thy fold. 

0, may we ever work with pleasure 

In the vineyard of the Lord, 
That we may have abundant treasure, 

As Thou hast promised in Thy word. 

Our days on earth will soon be ended, 
We hope to reach fair Canaan's land ; 

On Thee for strength we have depended,. 
O, lead us by Thy gentle hand. 

O, may our love to Thee grow stronger, 
While here on earth we have to stay ; 

And if our days on earth be longer, 
O, give us grace to watch and pray. 

If all our sins Thou hast forgiven, 
O, giye us grace to love Thee more ; 

And if by tempests we are driven, 
O, may we.; reach fair Canaan's shore. 

When we are anchored in the harbor, 
We'll step upon the golden shore, 

There to reign with Christ forever, 
Where storms and tempests are no more. 



38 RETURNING THANKS. 



"RETURNING THANKS. 

Dear friends, how thankful we should be, 

That God himself's a friend ; 
He sets the captive sinner free, 

On Him we can depend. 

He lends to us his helping hand, 

He helps us in distress ; 
He sends his blessings through the land, 

To help the fatherless. 

He sends his blessings through the land. 
He makes the winds to blow ; 

It's never right we should complain, 
Of what He doth bestow. 

He clothes the naked, feeds the poor, 

He makes His sun to shine ; 
Whene'er it's right He gives us more, 

His help is all divine. 

The storms of winter will not last, 
We'll have the needed spring 

To warm the earth and grow the grass — 
The little birds will sing. 

If we but trust the blessed Lord, 

We will not trust in vain ; 
He'll grant to us a rich reward, 

In fruits and kinds of grain. 

And when our labor it is done, 

We'll live forevermore, 
To reign above with God's dear Son, 

On life's eternal shore. 



THE Y. M. C. A. 39 



THE Y. M. C. A. 

The Young Mens' Christian Association 
Is a great blessing to the nation ; 
'Twould be to me a great consolation 
To live with them in close relation. 

Where our aged fathers and our mothers, 
Where our sisters and loving brothers, 
Where all can feel that they are lovers, 
Where our neighbors as well as others, 

Where all can feel that they're in communion, 
Where hearts and hands are all in union, 
Where all do draw the same conclusion. 
In Jesus Christ there's no confusion. 

Where all can feel they're in Christ united, 
Where no one feels that they are slighted, 
Where all can feel they're by Christ invited, 
Where every one doth feel delighted. 

Where each does feel for to love his neighbor, 
Where all for Christ do love to labor, 
Where all feel to love the blessed Savior, 
Where all is love and good behavior, 

Where each can feel when their days are ended. 
The cause of Christ they have defended ; 
They can leave this world well recommended,. 
To reign above where Christ ascended. 

May Heaven deign to bless them ever, 

So nothing can their union sever ; 

When done with earth may they live forever, 

Where saints and angels dwell together. 



40 LET NOT THE SUN GO DOWN ETC 



LET NOT THE SUN GO DOWN ON THY 
WRATH. 

Let not the sun go down on thy wrath, 
O, do not let thy wrath remain ; 

For fear thou wilt lose all that thou hath, 
And sutler in eternal pain. 

We ought not to let our wrath remain, 
Not even against our most bitter foe ; 

Just say to thyself, "What shall I gain, 
If down to perdition I go?" 

He is a fool that gets in a pet 
About things that are of no use ; 

For he will find that the more he doth fret, 
The less they'll care for his abuse. 

rerhaps he will say things he ought not, 
That against his dearest friend ; 

Some things that will not be soon forgot, 
Things perhaps he cannot amend. 

The Bible says that he is a fool, 
In whose bosom anger doth rest ; 

If we would learn always to keep cool, 
In the end we would find it the best. 

As anger will lead one to disgrace, 

As that we all very well know, 
And is apt to lead us to that place, 

Where all that die wicked do go. 



KEEP WIDE A WAKE. 41 

KEEP WIDE AWAKE. 



Keep wide awake, keep duly sober, 
Until j^our race on earth is over ; 
Abstain from all intoxication, 
And be a credit to the nation. 

While some do love to drink strong liquor, 
The more they drink they'll die the quicker ; 
They drink because it is a custom, 
Though in the end it's apt to worst them. 

Some claim the right to use their freedom, 
It is no use to try to lead them. 
On such rights they had better trample, 
Than for to set a bad example. 

And since it is. the Lord's decision, 
We for our homes should make provision, 
We ought to try and do to others 
As if we were all christian brothers. 

We do not think we should be greedy, 
While thousands are so poor and needy ; 
The things that are right we ought to treasure, 
And trust to God to give good measure. 

That when our days on earth are ended, 
We may live above where Christ ascended. 
There for to reign with Christ forever, 
From loving friends no more to sever. 



42 DEAL JUSTLY. 

DEAL JUSTLY. 

Deal justly, love mercy, walk humbly with thy 

God., 
And follow the steps the dear Savior hath trod. 

If we wish to escape the dark pit of hell, 
Must cease to do evil and learn to do well. 

If we wish to live in the great judgment day. 
The laws of our Maker must surely obey. 

If we would reach fair Canaan's peaceful shore, 
The help of the Savior must surely implore. 

If we wish for to gain that mansion above, 
Our Father in Heaven we surely must love. 

If we wish not to hear that sentence to depart, 
From sin and transgression we surely must part. 

If we wish to live with the pure and the bright, 
We must walk in the day and not in the night. 

If we walk in the darkness we're sure for to fall. 
This caution is given as a warning to all. 

If we wish to live in that thrice happy land, 
We must take up our cross as Christ gave com- 
mand ; 

We must take the breast-plate, helmet and 

shield, 
And march with true courage right into the 

field, 

Determined to fight till the battle is won, 
Till the field we have gained for God's own dear 
son : 



MEETING OF JACOB AND ESA U. 43 



That when our days here on earth are no more, 
We may reign with the Savior on that happy 
shore. 



MEETING OF JACOB AND ESAU. 

When I woke up at night about twelve o'clock, 
I thought of Jacob while he lay at Jabbok ; 
He heard that Esau was coming for a fight, 
And thought it was best for to keep out of sight. 

His friends and his flocks he did send on ahead, 
For fear that his brother would kill him stone 

dead ; 
He wrestled with an angel, he wrestled all night, 
The angel blessed him as the day dawned with 

light. 

When the angel blest him he went on his way, 
And met with his brother that very same day; 
As he heard Esau was coming for battle, 
He sent him a present of mules and cattle. 

They numbered five hundred and eighty in alt, 
If his life he could save he thought it but small. 
When Jacob saw Esau he seven times bowed, 
When Esau embraced him they wept very loud. 

As Esau was glad for to meet with his brother, 
He fell on his neck — they embraced each other ; 
While the friends of each side around them did 

stand, 
No doubt but the meeting was one very grand. 

The present from Jacob then Esau did take, 
A lasting friendship they that day did make ; 
As the time came when they had for to part. 
No doubt but they both felt much better in heart. 



44 BE THANKFUL. 

WE OUGHT TO BE THANKFUL. 

Thank the Lord,0, thou my soul, 

For what He's done for thee ; 
'Tis better far than shining gold, 

Or all the world to me. 

It lifts my heart to things above, 

Where God is seated high ; 
If I the Lord of Glory love, 

He'll raise me to the sky. 

We ought to thank Him every day, 

For food and raiment too ; 
If we would keep the narrow way, 

'Tis what we all must do. 

Should praise His name for what He's done, 
In days that are past and gone ; 

Our race on earth will soon be run, 
As time is rolling on. 

He grants to us our daily bread, 
He clothes and keeps us warm ; 

A place whereon to rest our heads, 
A shelter from the storm. 

We ought to thank Him while we live, 

He is so good and kind ; 
Ourselves and all to Him should give, 

We ought to bear in mind. 

We ought to thank Him evermore, 

For His abundant love ; 
That when our clays on earth are o'er, 

May reign with Him above. 



DYING SAINT. 45 

THE DYING SAINT. 

Fair Canaan is a happy place, 
Where Jesus shows a smiling face ; 
The love of Christ would all embrace, 

To live with Christ in Heaven. 
Though Canaan's land it lies before, 
And Jordan's waves do loudly roar, 
I soon shall reach that happy shore — 

I hope to live in Heaven. 

Although I have to meet the foe, 
And he will lay this body low ; 
•My spirit then shall upward soar, 

With Christ to live in Heaven. 
I now have run my journey through, 
I have the Savior in my view ; 
My friends I'll bid you all adieu — 

I soon shall be in Heaven. 



I feel my time is drawing near, 
There's nothing now for me to fear ; 
I feel the angels, they are here 

To welcome me to Heaven. 
I'm happy now — I shall be there, 
A crown of glory I shall wear, 
And all the joys of Heaven share — 

Come sing to me of Heaven. 

There's nothing here I call my own, 
A stranger to the world unknown ; 
I soon shall be at rest at home — ■ 

I love to think of Heaven. 
I soon shall quit this house of clay, 
On wings of angels soar away, 
To sing God's praise in endless day — 

Will you meet me, friends, in Heaven. 



46 THOU GLITTERING SPIRIT. 
THOU GLITTERING SPIRIT. 



Thou glittering spirit of glowing fire, 

That burns and glows within my breast, 
My hope in Christ thou doth inspire, 

While I do lean upon thy breast. 
When Jesus spake my sins forgiven, 

My soul was filled with joy and peace ; 
I still am on my road to Heaven, 

W T here His love will never cease. 



I hope to praise the Lord forever, 

When I do lay this body down, 
Where pain and death no more shall sever, 

I hope to wear a starry crown. 
O, keep me, keep me! 0, my Savior, 

Still closer to Thy bleeding side, 
That I may never lose Thy favor, 

W T hile through this world of sin I glide. 

Sometimes I'm faint, sometimes I'm weary, 

Then I do think the seasons long ; 
But as I sing my heart grows merry, 

I find my faith is getting strong. 
Then pray on brothers, pray on sisters, 

I feel the Lord is drawing nigh ; 
And you, my neighbors, come assist us, 

And you may reign with Christ on high. 

There to reign with Christ forever, 

Upon that blissful, happy shore, 
Where pain and death no more can sever> 

To reign with Christ forevermore. 
I hope to reach that land of glory, 

Where saints immortal ever reign,. 
There to tell the pleasing story, 

No more to suffer death or pain. 



A CROWN OF LIFE. 47 

A CROWN OF LIFE THE LORD WILL GIVE 

A crown of life the Lord will give 
To all that to His glory live ; 
And not to those who spend their time 
In sin and guilt and filthy crime. 



Far brighter than the noonday sun. 
This crown remains for every one ; 
To all that to His glory live, 
A crown of life the Lord will give. 



Far brighter than the crowns of kings- 
It is composed of better things ; 
All decked with stars and diamonds too, 
This crown remains forever new. 



'Tis brighter than a crown of gold, 
When years are passed 'twill ne'er get old 
Nor will its beauty ever fade, 
When in the dust our heads are laid. 



While saints in Heaven wear this crown, 
The Lord doth send His blessings down ; 
Upon the saints that's here below, 
A crown of life He will bestow. 



A crown of glory we shall wear, 
And palms of victory in our hair ; 
These unto us the Lord will give, 
And all that to His glory live. 



4S REMEMBER THY CREATOR. 



REMEMBER THY CREATOR. 

Remember thy Creator while in thy youth, 
When the evil comes not and the time draws 
nigh ; 

When thou art disposed to shrink from the truth, 
And feel more inclined for to make up a lie. 

While thy heart is tender and thou art a child, 

Before men and devils shall lead thee astray ; 
Thy God should remember before thou art 
spoiled, 
That he may lead thee on the straight nar- 
row way. 

"I love little children," the Savior said ; 

"If they will obey me I'll love them when 
old; 
I will feed them, clothe them, and give them 
their bread, 
And gather them at last as lambs in my fold." 

Free from all trouble, where the weary at rest, 
A crown of bright glory forever to wear ; 

For to live in that land — the home of the blest, 
With saints and bright angels His kingdom 
to share. 

To live in that city where the street are gold, 
Where stands the tree of life and its rich 
fruit grows ; 

By John, the Revelator, we're plainly told, 
The number of the saints no one just knows. 

To live in that mansion, where freed from all 

pain, 
Where nothing that's impure forever can come. 
With Jesus the Savior forever to reign, 
With God the Eternal forever at home. 



I LOVE THE OLD FLA G. 40 

I DO. LOVE THE OLD FLAG. 

I do love the old flag, and that I do know, 
I will speak in its praise wherever I go ; 
I do love the old flag, and that is all true, 
Of which I would boast as true patriots do. 

I do love the old flag — I loved it of old — 
It is not the old flag that rebels uphold ; 
I do love the old flag, and this I can saj r , 
When I bow on my knees, for it I do pray. 

I do love the old flag — I have loved it before — 
I do hope while I live to love it still more ; 
I do love the old flag, and will till I die, 
No traitorous foe need to ask me for why. 

I do love the old flag — I know that I do — 
My father before me he loved it well too ; 
With the stars and the stripes I never can part. 
My love for the old flag sinks deep in my heart. 

I do love the old flag, and think it's all right, 
As well as those braves that ate willing to fight 
For the stars and the stripes, wherever they be. 
At home or abroad, on the land or the sea. 

Tis the flag of the Nation — the brave and free. 
That waves o'er the land, that rides on the sea ; 
When victory it crowned the Federal host, 
Of the stars and the stripes we did make our 
boast. 

I do hope the old flag forever will wave, 
All over the land of the free and the brave ; 
That when ages are past, our comfort shall be. 
That we live in the land of the brave and free. 



50 BE ON THY GUARD. 

BE ON THY GUARD. . 

• If days are evil pass them by, 
And look to Jesus up on high, 
Who reigns above the starry sky, 
And he will give you grace ; 

And if the world upon you frown/ 
And sorrow bows thy spirit down, 
Then think upon the starry crown, 
Which Christ the Lord will give. 

When mountains do before thee stand 
With foes arrayed upon each hand, 
Then harken to your Lord's command, 
And they will disappear. 

When Satan doth his power employ 
Your happiness for to destroy, 
Then let your hearts be rilled with joy, 
And trust the mighty Lord. 

If Satan tempts you for to stray, 
To leave the straight and narrow way, 
Be careful him you don't obey, 
And he will turn from you ; 

And if thy mind is filled with grief, 
Then pray to God to give relief, 
And thy faith, it will increase 
As days and months appear ; 

And if no clouds before thee rise 
To hide the Savior from your eyes, 
Then travel on to win the prize 
A never fading crown. 

And when your days on earth are past 
Then far above the stormv blast 



WHAT IS MAN? rA 



The name you have will not be asked 
In that eternal world. 



WHAT IS MAN? 

What is man? Oh, let us consider, 
Has feet, has hands — a strange kind of creature ; 
Has eyes for to see, can tell by the sight, 
If colors are green, if they're black or they're 
white. 

Has feet, has legs, by which he can walk, 

Has a throat and a tongue by which he can 

talk ; 
Has ears for to hear on water or land, 
The sounds that he hears can well understand. 

A nose on his face, by which he can smell. 
If it's not fit for use he can soon tell ; 
Can tell by the taste if sour or if sweet, 
And by the same way the best kinds of meat. 

He can sit or stand, and he also can run, 

Can throw with his hands or shoot with a gun ; 

He can wink, he can laugh, he can whistle or 

sin S> , , . 

And that's not all — he's a strange kind of thing. 

Has arms, has hands, by which he can work, 
Can sit, can stand, if he's lazy can shirk ; 
Can jump, can stand, or he can sit, 
( 'an work with a spade, can chop or can split. 

He can run, he can hop, can stand on his head, 
He can reap, can mow, can work for his bread ; 
He can sow, can plant, can work on the farm, 
He can preach or pray, and feel it no harm. 



SEEKING GRACE. 



He can read, can write, can calculate time, 
If^he's the right kind of wit, can make up a 
»i rhyme ; 

Has muscles, has nerves, has arteries and veins, 
Has a heart, has a breast, has a head full of 
brains. 



SEEKING A DEEPER WORK OF GRACE. 

Jesus, on thee in faith I call ; 

I come to thee for grace ; 
O, wilt thou save me ere I fall 

In sin and sore disgrace. 

Thy word alone can give relief 

And ease me of my load ; 
My heart is overwhelmed with grief, 

For having grieved thy word. 

I hang upon thy word alone, 

And ask thee to forgive ; 
I shed my tears, I make my moan, 

O speak, and I shall live. 

Come quickly, Jesus, from above. 

And sanctify my heart, 
And fill me with thy peace and love, 

And never more depart. 

I know my roving leet will err, 

Unless thou hold me fast ; 
Come lend to me a listening ear, 

Forgive me what is past. 

Thou art my only comfort here ; 

Come, now, thyself reveal, 
And banish all my guilt and fear, 

Mv many wandering* neal. 



BETRAYAL OF CHRIST. 53 



Come, Lord, Thou art my only plea 
While here on earth I stay ; 

0, wilt Thou bid the foe to flee, 
And drive my wants away? 

I know my soul can never rest, 
Unless Thou give me peace ; 

Until my soul is fully blest ; 
From every sin I cease. 



BETRAYAL OF CHRIST. 



When Judas sold my loving Lord, 
He sold him a for a poor reward, 

Into the hands of wicked men ; 
A purple robe they made him wear, 
They led him up to Pilate's bar, 

Placed on his head a crown of thorns. 

The Savior bore the cross along, 
Surrounded by a wicked throng, 

Till Simon bore the cross for him ; 
He bore the cross up Calvary, 
They nailed him to the rugged tree. 

To suffer for poor sinners lost, 

While Jesus hung with arms spread wide, 
The wicked Jews did him deride, 

They mocked and sported at his pain ; 
'If he be now the son of God, 
Let him descend now from the cross, 

And then we will believe on Him." 

The thief that hung close at his side, 
On the dear Savior did deride, 

The other thief did him rebuke ; 
'For we do but receive our due, 
This man hath nothing done, 'tis true. 



54 KEEP GOOD COMPANY. 



Remember me," he did reply. 

The Savior then to him did say, 
"Thou shalt be in Paradise to-day, 

To live with me forevermore ;" 
When Jesus now aloud did cry 
'Eli O Lama Sabacthani! 

My God! Thou hast forsaken me!" 

Then Jesus bowed his head and died, 
And thus my Lord was crucified, 

Then for his vesture they cast lots ; 
When Jesus died for fallen man, 
Then darkness spread all o'er the land, 

The solid marbles they did rend. 

They laid him now in Joseph's tomb. 
And went away in mournful gloom, 

They thought the day of hope was past 
The angel rolled the stone away, 
And Jesus rose on the third day, 

To live and reign forevermore. 



KEEP GOOD COMPANY. 

A man is known by the company he keeps, 
Whether he's awake or whether he's asleep ; 
If he is known for to run with the trash, 
Sooner or later he will make a great smash. 

If he is known for to run with the meek, 
He will not of himself boastingly speak ; 
If he is known for to run with the wise, 
He will stand a fair chance of winning the prize. 

If he is known for to run with the flirt, 
Without a chance it will be to his hurt ; 
If he is known for to run with the good, 



A BETTER COUNTRY. 



Will be for his best, that's well understood. 

If lie is known for to run with the gay, 
Without a chance it will lead him astray ; 
If he is known for to run with the thief, 
Without a chance it will bring him to grief. 

If he is known for to run with the mean, 
Will not be long he'll be fit to be seen ; 
If he is known for to run with the pure, 
He'll find it the best, I think, pretty sure. 

If he is known for to run with the bloat, 
Without a chance he will wear a patched coat 
If he is known to run with the liar, 
If he don't mind he'll fall in the fire. 



A BETTER COUNTRY. 

There is a land across the stream, 

I hope some time to see ; 
'Tis not a fancy or a dream, 

If I will faithful be. 

It is the land where saints are blest, 
His word it doth declare ; 

It is the land — the land of rest, 
Of those who enter there. 

Then let thine eyes by faith behold 
That fair and distant shore, 

Where saints immortal we are told 
Do live forevermore. 

Then let us all fresh courage take, 

Our trust in God renew ; 
The world and Satan all forsake, 

Until our race is through. 



56 INDEPENDENCE DA Y 



There saints are dressed in robes of white, 

And crowns of glory wear ; 
In songs of praise they do unite, 

Where all is bright and fair. 



We live by faith and not by sight, 

His word it doth declare ; 
Then let us keep our garments white, 

By faith and humble prayer. 



That land of rest — by faith I see 

A mansion in the skies, 
Where all from pain and death are free, 

Where pleasure never dies. 



INDEPENDENCE DAY. 



I love the natal day 

That gave the nation birth ; 
It is not for me to say, 

Or tell you what it's worth. 

Chorus. — O let the nation hear, 
O let the echo ring ; 
We never will submit 
To be governed by a king. 

Great Britain did declare 
We never should be free ; 

But when she went to war, 
W T e gained the victory. 

Chorus. — O let, &c. 



INDEPENDENCE DA Y. 



Through many battles sore 
Our fathers fought their way ; 

But now they are no more, 
O let us keep the clay. 

Chorus. — let, &c. 

Our fathers they were brave, 
Our mothers they were, too ; 

But while they're in their graves. 
We'll keep the day anew. 

Chorus. — O let, &c. 

Our Washington was brave, 
He fought the British crown ; 

They never could enslave, 
Or get the hero down. 

Chorus. — O let, &c. 

The British did engage 
The red men for to fight ; 

The children and the aged 
Were murdered after night. 

Chorus. — O let, &c. 

The French they did unite, 
By Lafayette were led ; 

They helped us in the fight, 
With us they fought and bled. 

Chorus. — O let, &c. 

Cornwallis did submit ; 

He did become alarmed ; 
He thought it time to quit, 
Surrendered up his arms. 
Chorus. — O let, &c. 



58 OLD SETTLERS' MEETING. 

'Twas George that did the job ; 

Cornwallis, shelled complete, 
He left him as a cob ; 

He shelled him off so neat. 

Chorus. — let., &c. 

The Lord He was our shield ; 

He helped us in the fight ; 
The British had to yield, 

As we were in the right. 

Chorus. — O let, &c. 

With plenty we are crowned, 
Our country now is free ; 

O may our hearts abound 
With love and charity. 

Chorus. — O let, &c. 

OLD SETTLERS' MEETING. 

I'm glad to meet those aged fathers, 

And that I can truly say : 
I'm glad to meet those aged mothers, 

That so soon must pass away. 

I'm glad to see the friendly greeting. 

And the shaking of the hand ; 
I hope the Lord will bless the meeting, 

And make it one very grand. 

I'm glad to meet with Christian neighbor; 

I do feel it does me good ; 
I'm glad to meet with those that labor, 

I do want it understood. 

I'm glad to meet those noble ladies. 



OLD SETTLERS' MEETING 



That do have so many charms ; 

I'm glad to see those little babies, 

So snug in their mothers' arms. 

Oar mothers used to do the spinning, 
They spun the wool and the flax ; 

This was the way we got the linen, 
That we wore upon our backs. 

Sometimes we had to eat corn-dodger, 
We did drink our spice-wood tea ; 

But then I was a little codger, 
It was good enough for me. 

Our mothers used to go to meeting 
With their shoes right in their hands, 

But still they had a friendly greeting 
With their preacher in the stand. 

A preacher I can still remember — 

He rode upon a sheep skin ; 
But still his heart was warm and tender. 

Sometimes he did make it win. 

We now can go to church in buggies, 
With fine boots upon our feet ; 

We now can sit among the snuggest 
Of those that together meet. 

Our mothers used to help in harvest, 
They did help us cut the wheat ; 

While some of them they were the'fairesl 
As their looks were very sweet. 

I hope we all will meet in Heaven, 
Here on earth we may meet no more ; 

Here on earth by tempest driven — 
May we meet on Canaan's shore. 



(50- LET NOT THISTLES GROW. 
LET NOT THE THISTLES GROW. 



We must not let the thistles grow, 

In heart or in the field ; 
For this I think we all do know, 

To them we're apt to yield. 

At first they may be very small. 

Their number very few ; 
But soon they may become so tall, 

They'll have control of you. 

Weed out the thistle and the thorn, 
Oh, weed them out, I say ; 

They must not grow among the corn, 
You know it will not pay. 

Tf we would wish to raise good crops, 
You know we have to work ; 

You know it will not do to stop, 
'Twill never do to shirk. 

If evil thoughts in us do rise, 
We ought to keep them down ; 

For fear at last we lose the prize — 
A bright, immortal crown. 

We ought to keep the garden clear 

Of every evil weed ; 
Then oh, how grand it would appear! 

In that we're all agreed. 

For if thy heart is full of sin, 
Good fruit can never grow ; 

Xor would the Savior dwell therein, 
That all of us should know. 

We ought to watch as well as pray, 

And never fear or doubt, 
We ought to labor every day, 



UNCLE SAM. 01 



To keep the thistles out. 

Then when the battle we have won, 

We'll live forevermore, 
To praise the Father and the Son, 

On'life's eternal shore. 



UNCLE SAM. 

\ 

I want to find old Uncle Sam, 
Pray tell me where I'll find him ; 

They say he's quite a gentleman, 
That all of us should mind him. 

Chorus — Yankee doodle it is a tune, 
That comes so very handy ; 
There's nothing makes the British run 
Like Yankee doodle dandy. 

They tell me he has lots of sons, 

As well as many daughters ; 
That he has land for everyone, 

In sections and in quarters. 

That some are living very poor, 
While some are living happy ; 

But this they tell me, very sure, 
They all should love the Papa. 

His family is very large — 

Some fifty millions number ; — 

For all, we think, he is prepared, 
To keep the bad ones under. 

He deals so gently and so kind, - 
His children all should love him ; 

What he says, they all should mind, 
And never get above him. 



UNCLE SAM. 



His children they are black and white, 
His heart toward them is tender ; 

If they but do the thing that's right, 
Their wants he will remember. 



They're coming in from every land — 

To this he's no objection ; 
If they don't do as he commands, 

They must receive correction. 

He tells the Irish and the Dutch 
To come along and welcome, 

As well the Scotchmen and the Welch ; 
Of course he'll not reject them. 



The nephews love their Uncle Sam, 
They think there's no one like him ; 

They want the world to understand, 
'Twill never do strike him. 



The nieces love their Uncle Sam, 
And everybody knows it ; 

They love to take him by the hand, 
And say to him, "How goes it?" 



The children love their Uncle Sam. 

Because he gives them candy ; 
They say he's quite a gentleman, 

And nothing like a dandy. 



Uncle Sam is a clever man ; 

He often says, "Here goes it ;" 
He deeds his children lots of land. 

His books and papers show it. 



OLD JOHN BULL. 63 

OLD JOHN BULL. 

We all have read of old John Bull, 
How Uncle Sam did floor him ; 

Of Sam he got his hands so full, 
No longer tried to gore him. 

( Jhobus — Yankee doodle it is a tune, 
That comes so very handy ; 
There's nothing makes the old Bull run 
Like Yankee doodle dandy. 

The Bull he was so very tall, 

He thought that Sam should fear him ; 
Though Sam, we understand, was small, 

The Bull could never scare him. 

The Bull he scraped and bellowed loud : 
He ran at Sam to hook him ; 

At last to Sam he meekly bowed, 
And begged him not to shoot him. 

For seven years they both did fight. 

The Bull he did surrender ; 
In friendship now they do unite — 

The deed they will remember. 

The Bull and we are on good terms. 

We wish to treat him clever ; 
The days and scenes of other years 

Are gone with us forever. 

The Bull he rules across the deep — 

Across the briny ocean ;— 
A watchful eye on Sam doth keep, 

He watches every motion. 

America, the land of Sam, 
Tt is the land of freedom, 



64 I WANT TO LIVE RIGHT. 



Where freedom is for every man, 
Though Sam may never see them. 

I WANT TO LIVE RIGHT. 

0, Jesus help me for to live 

As I would wish to die ; 
Since all my sins thou dost forgive, 

May I on thee rely? 

0, may I ever faithful be! 

On thee for help ilepend ; 
At last I may thy glory see, 

Where time shall never end. 



I have no strength I call my own, 
To thee I humbly bow ; 

To thee my wishes all are known, 
O, wilt thou help me now? 



I know I'm weak, but thou art strong, 

O, lead me by the hand ; 
0,may I follow right along, 

Toward that better land. 



In hopes of that immortal crown, 
My cross I'll try to bear ; 

That when I la}^ my armor down,. 
A crown may ever wear. 



To live with Christ in Heaven above. 

Where all is joy and peace ; 
To sing of Jesus' dying love, 

Where praises never cease. 



WOMAN'S BIGHTS. 65 

WOMEN'S EIGHTS. 

WIFE. 

We women ought to have our rights, 

We have so much to do ; 
We work all day, till late at night. 

We do the nursing too. 

HUSBAND. 

The wife should learn to keep her place, 

The man should do the same ; 
Then show to each a smiling face, 

Then none could be to blame. 



WIFE. 

I suppose I ought to do my part 
In helping things along ; 

And never think I am so smart, 
But what I might do wrong. 



II USE AND. 

The man you know should be the head. 
And that the wife should know ; 

For this the word of God hath said — 
'Twas a long time ago. 



You know the Bible it hath said, 
The first should be the last ; 

I wash and scrub and bake the bread, 
I think your time is past. 
5 



<;<; WOMAN'S BIGHTS. 



HUSBAND. 

Old Brother Paul has said you're weak, 

The man he says is strong ; 
Of rules in church you should not speak. 

He thought it would be wrong. 

WIFE. 

Who cares for Paul? He was a bach, 

He never had a wife ; 
And more than this if none could match, 

Tt soon would end the strife. 

HUSBAND. 

If you will not adhere to Paul, 

I'll give you Peter, too ; 
With Moses and the Prophets all, 

T think it ought to do. 

WIFE. 

The rights of women you begrudge, 
They've rights as well as you ; 

Besides, I think you're not the judge 
Of what they ought to do. 

] I USB AND. 

Come, now, my dear ; just don't get mad, 

You know I'm pretty smart ; 
I'll plow the ground and raise the bread, 

If you will do your part. 

WIFE. 

I think we ought to have a chance 

To show what we can do ; 
Because you think you wear the pants, 



WHEN I WAS A BABY. 61 

We'll leave it all to you. 

HUSBAND. 

If you with me will still contend, 

I think we should keep cool ; 
My rights I know I can defend,. 

As I've the right to rule. 

WIFE. 

1 suppose I must to you submit, 

As you think you are right; 
If you are willing I will quit, 

I never like to figiit. 

HUSBAND. 

If you agree that I'm the boss, 

I'll let you be the miss ; 
I never want to treat you cross, 

Suppose we take a kiss. 

WHEN I WAS A BABY. 

When once I was a little thing, 
My mother used to rock and sing ; 
Oh! hush, my darling, don't you cry, 
You're papa's coming by and by. 

She wrap't me up so snug and soft, 
Then rocked me in my sugar trough : 
And if my mother heard me cry, 
She sung to me a by-a-by. 

Sometimes she laid me in her lap, 
Where I snoozed and took my nap, 
And if my mother heard me cry, 
Her song to mo was by-a-bv. 



m IF I HAD FINGERS NIMBLE. 



When I got so that I could crawl, 

If I got hurt was sure to bawl ; 

" 'Twas hush, my darling, don't you cry, 

You re papa's coming by and by." 

When I got so that I could walk, 
My mother taught nie for to talk ; 
And if my mother heard me speak; 
'Twas then she'd kiss me on my cheek. 

When I got so that I could run, 
I jumped about, had lots of fun ; 
My mother watched me all the while, 
And often gave a. hearty smile. 

I got a stick I called my "boss ;" 
When I had thrown my legs across, 
I named my "boss," I called him Jack ; 
I had a whip, I made it crack. 

Sometime I'd trot, sometimes I'd pace, 
While round and round I'd run my race 
If he got scared, wis sure to jump; 
'Twas then I gave his side a thump. 

When I got so that I could work, 
I never thought it right to shirk ; 
I often chopped and split the wood ; 
They bragged on me, it did me good. 



IF I HAD FINGERS NIMBLE. 

If I had fingers nimble, 

And a good shut-end thimble, 

Then, perhaps, I might sew; 
Although they are pretty stout, 
I do fear they might give out, 

So I'll leave it to you. 



THE HOLY BIBLE. 69 



Although they are pretty strong, 
My stitches might be too long, 

And we might not agree ; 
And I think it's not my place, 
As your work I might disgrace, 

So I'll just let it be. 

As my place is on the farm. 
And perhaps I might do harm 

With a needle at work, 
I'd rather be at the plow, 
For that I think I know how — 

From that I would not shirk. 

As I cannot sew nor knit, 
Rails I would rather split ; 

I would rather build fence ; 
I think its the better plan 
For to try to act the man, 

As I think it's good sense. 

As you're work is very light. 
And as you want it done right, 

So I'll not interfere ; 
And as you sew by the line, 
And as you want it done fine, 

I hope you will not care. 

THE HOLY BIBLE. 

The Holy Bible is the book 
On which I love to take a look ; 
Although I've read it heretofore, 
But still I love to read it more. 

It tells me how I ought to live, 
So Christ my sins will all forgive ; 
It says to me I should repent, 
Believe on Him that God hath sent. 



70 SWEET AND BITTER. 



That He will wash our sins away, 
And save us in the judgment day ; 
And take us to that land of rest. 
Where saints immortal they are blest. 

It warns us of the path of sin, 
And tell us not to walk therein ; 
It points to us the narrow way 
That leads to life eternally. 

It tells us how the Savior died, 
By wicked men was crucified ; 
He shed his blood upon the cross, 
He died to save poor sinners lost. 

SWEET AND BITTER. 

As every bitter has its sweet, 

And every sweet a snare, 
The trials here we often meet, 

May overcome by prayer. 

As every pleasure has its gloom, 

And every gloom a ray ; 
Those fancied pleasures, how they bloom ! 

How soon they pass away! 

Although the sun on us may shine. 

And all is bright as day ; 
And yet we often feel surprised 

How soon they pass away. 

While every pleasure has its woe. 

And every woe a ray ; 
And yet how unconcerned we go 

Unto the Judgement Day! 

Suppose our hopes were always bright — 
We had no trials here ; 



PRAYING TO GOD. 71 



And if we did in Christ unite, 
How grand we would appear! 



PRAYING TO GOD, 



God of mj' life, to whom I pray, 
In Thee I humbly put my trust. 

Oh lead and guide me in the way 
With the holy and the just. 

As Thou hast helped me through the past. 
Oh, help me for the time to come ; 

Oh, strengthen me unto the last, 
And bring me to that better home. 

Help me to do Thy gracious will : 

Help me to love Thee more and more. 

Thy law of love may I fulfill, 
Until I gain that happy shore. 

Oh, help me still to bear my cross, 
To love and praise Thy holy name ; 

To count this world all vain as dross ; 
So I may life eternal gain. 

Oh, may I ever live in love 

With those with whom I have to do. 
So may I gain that home above — 

Of God and angels take a view. 

THE LORD IS GOOD. 

The Lord is good, that we do know, 
By all His works that are here below. 

The Lord is good, that we can say 
To all that do His laws obey. 



72 THE LORD IS GOOD. 



The Lord is good and very kind, 
That we should always bear in mind. 

The Lord is good in very deed. 
He helps us to the things we need. 

The Lord is good, has ever been, 
To all that do repent of sin. 

The Lord is good ; on Him rely, 
To save you when you come to die. 

The Lord is good, is ever just ; 

In Him we all should put our trust. 

He'll be to us a constant friend, 
If we for help on Him depend. 

The Lord is good unto us all 
That live upon this earthly ball. 

The Lord is good in every thing ; 
The little birds His praises sing. 

The Lord is good, by Him we're fed ; 
He grants to us our daily bread. 

The Lord is good we all can see ; 
His loving kindness, oh, how free! 

Then let us ever watch and pray, 
That God may keep us till that day ; 

That when on earth our days are o'er, 
We may reign witn Christ iorevermore. 



SOLDIERS OF JESUS. 73 

SOLDIERS OF JESUS. 



Battle on, ye gallant soldiers, 
Soon the battle will be won. 

Fight with courage and be bolder ; 
Win the prize for God's dear Son. 

Satan's ranks are all in motion, 
And your army would divide. 

See his ranks are in commotion; 
God is standing on your side. 

See the foe before you standing ; 

Rise and put the foe to flight. 
Men and devils are uniting ; 

March with courage to the fight. 

Jesus is your great commander ; 

For you he hung upon the c;ross. 
See his army, all in grandeur ; 

Ne'er a battle he has lost. 



See, the ranks are now engaging ; 

Stand your ground and don't retreat. 
And the battle, it is raging ; 

Some are falling at your feet, 

Of the foe you ask no favor ; 

Fight against the hosts of sin. 
If you hearken to the Savior, 

The battle you're sure to win. 

Gird you on the Gospel armor ; 

Take the breastplate and the shield. 
God will give you grace to conquer ; 

Fight with courage, never yield. 



THE SPIRITUAL RAILROAD. 
THE SPIRITUAL RAILROAD. 



[Only the last five .stanzas of this poem are original with 
the author of this hook.] 



The road to heaven by Christ was made : 
With Gospel truth the rails are laid ; 
From earth to heaven the line extends. 
To life eternal, where it ends. 

Repentance is the station, then, 
Where passengers are taken in. 
No fee for them is there to pay, 
For Jesus is himself the way. 

King Jesus is the engineer ; 
He points the way to heaven clear. 
Through tunnels dark and dreary here 
He does away to glory steer. 

God's Jove the fire, His truth the steam 
That drives the engine and the beam. 
All you who would to glory ride, 
Must come to Christ, in him confide. 

Come, then, poor sinner, now's the time 

At any station on the line, 

If you repent and turn from sin. 

The car will stop and take you in. 



The car is ready for to go, 
Say, will you go to heaven, or no? 
The engineer is very kind — 
May none of us be left behind. 

If you would like to take a ride, 
The engineer he will provide. 
You'll draw your rations on the way, 
And at the end the best of pay. 



THE LOUD WILL BLESS. 



We have on boar&a holy band, 
They all are bound for Canaan's land, 
To see the saints that are gone before, 
To sing and shout forcvermore. 

The car, she runs with great delight, 
While all the saints in her unite, 
Till Canaan's land appears in view, 
Where all the saints are dressed anew. 

The car, she runs both night and day, 
Nor will she tarry by the way 
Till Canaan's land appears in' view, 
Where all the saints are dressed anew 



THE LORD WILL BLESS. 

The Lord will bless our goings out, 

As well as coming in. 
He doth compass us round about ; 

He warns us not to sin. 

If we but do His holy will, 

And trust Him for His grace, 

Our hearts abundantly He'll fill 
And show a smiling face. 

Whene'er together we do meet, 
And, all with one accord, 

We pay our homage at His feet, 
Our labor He doth reward. 

We bow upon our knees to pray, 
We pray the Lord to bless, 

To guide our feet into the way 
Of peace and holiness. 

We know we have to bear the cross, 



76 BEST. 



We have to do our part, 
Before He will remove the dross, 
Or sanctifv the heart. 



The Lord is good, that we do know, 

And that we often find. 
Let each of us his goodness show, 

By deeds that are good and kind. 



REST. 



Six days of labor past and gone. 
The seventh d -y comes rolling on ; 
A day on which the Lord did rest; 
He sanctified and called i.t blest. 

An emblem of that place of rest, 
Where all the saints are fully blest. 
From pain and sorrow ever free, 
To reign with Christ eternally. 

God made the world and laid the plan 
To save rebellious, sinful man ; 
When he had sinned and fell from grace, 
He hid from him his smiling face. 

He made the world and creeping things, 
And every bird that sweetly sings ; 
He makes the spears of grass to grow, 
He sends the rains and winds that blow. 

Six days of labor past and gone, 
And time with us is rolling on — 
To bring us to our final rest; 
Where all the saints are fully blest. 



THE YEAR EIGHTY IS PAST. 77 

THE YEAR EIGHTY IS PAST. 

As the old year is past and fled, 

With us it is forever gone ; 
Though tliv/ii^mds were the fallen dead 

Yet time with us is rolling on. 

As eigh teen-eighty now is gone ; 

We know we cannot see it more ; 
As time with us is rolling on. 

We soon shall reach that other shore. 

Then let us all fresh courage take, 
Try with the year to start anew ; 

No more will we our God forsake — 
Our trust in Him we will renew. 

0, may we all as one agree 

To start afresh with eighty-one ; 

At last we may the Savior see, 

Our race on earth will soon he run. 

Our days on earth cannot he long, 
As time with us will pass away ; 

But if our faith in Christ is strong, 
We'll never fear or dread the day. 

'Tis God that grants us daily bread, 
Alio all we have and ail we are; 

Anil from iiis bounties we are fed, 
We know we all have had a share. 

If when we lay these bodies down, 

Our souls are numbered with the blest; 

Our heads will wear a starry crown, 
From pain and sorrow ever rest. 

There for to reign with Christ above, 
With saints and angels ever sing ; 



78 KEEP THE NARROW WAY. 



To sing of liis redeeming love, 

We'll make the heavenly arches ring. 



I WANT TO KEEP THE HARROW WAY, 



I want to keep the narrow way, 

I love to walk therein ; 
I do not want to go astray, 

I do not want to sin. 

It is the path that leads on high, 

In which the Savior trod ; 
It reaches to the starry sky, 

Up to the living God. 

It enters at the gate we're told, 
Where all is bright and fair. 

Into the city paved with gold, 
I'm anxious to be there. 

Sav, will you come and go along? 

I ask you one and all ; 
My faith in Christ is growing strong. 

On every one I call. 

While saints do walk together there, 

They often sing and shout ; 
A crown of life they hope to wear, 

Though some may fear and doubt. 

It is the road wherein were told 
The Prophets used to walk, 

In times that are past — in days of old. 
Of which they often talked. 

While some have past and gone before, 

Are now at home at rest ; 
But still there's room for millions more. 



JULY THE FOURTH. 79 



They're numbered with the blest. 

If we would wish to gain that home- 
To live with christ above, 

Must never from our duty roam, 
Or Jesus cease to love. 

Prom pain and sorrow ever free, 
Where tears are wiped away ; 

To live with Christ eternally, 
For this we all should pray. 



FOR JULY THE FOURTH. 

One hundred and five years ago, 
Three millions we did number; 

Our fathers let the British know 
They could not keep them under. 

Chobus — Yankee doodle is the tune, 
It comes so very handy ; 
There's nothing makes the British run 
Like Y'ankee doodle dandy. 

Our fathers made a firm decree, 

'Tis called a declaration : 
From British rule they would be free. 

And every other nation. 

Chorus — Yankee doodle, &c. 

Then Great Britain sent a fleet, 
She thought to bring them under ; 

At but she thought, it best to treat — 
That she had made a blunder. 

Chorus— Yankee doodle, etc. 

Our gallant braves by George were led : 



80 JULY THE FOURTH. 



Through summer and through winter, 
For seven years they fought and bled; 
At last they were the winners. 

Chorus— Yankee doodle., etc. 

The French they helped us in the fight, 
Our hearts for them are tender ; 

They with our heroes did unite, 
The deed we will remember. 

Chorus — Yankee doodle, etc. 

AVe're now a nation great and strong- 
Some fifty millions number; 

And still we're moving right along, 
Which makes the world to wonder. 

Chorus — Yankee doodle, etc. 

Our flag is borne on every sea, 

Is honored by the nations; 
Is cheered 1 y Ik aits that are glad and fre< 

In this and every nation. 

Chorus — Yankee doodle, etc. 

We're now at peace with every land, 
With them we are in union ; 

We now can take them by the hand, 
And hold a free communion. 

Chorus— Yankee doodle, etc. 

With Great Britain on good terms, 
We wish to treat them clever; 

The days and scenes of other years 
Are gone with us forever. 

CHORUS — Yankee doodle, etc. 



PATIENCE OF JOB. 81 



One hundred and five .years are gone, 

We are a mighty nation ; 
And still we're moving right along, 

To take a higher station. 

Chorus — Yankee doodle, &c. 

May heaven deign to bless us all, 
And guard and keep us ever; 

That while we're on this earthly ball, 
Our Union ne'er may sever. 

CJhoruj!" — Yankee doodle, &c. 



PATIENCE OF JOB. 

When the sons of God did meet, 

Then Satan did appear. 
And with the saints he took his seat. 

Quite anxious for to hear. 

The Lord of Satan wished to know,. 

"From whither comest thou?" 
"From walking upward, to and fro, 

I'm with Thy people, now.' 7 

"Of Job, my servant, hast thou thought? 

There's none so good as he." 
"Doth Job, Thy servant, serve for naught? 

Just touch his property! " 

"His property is in thy hands ; 

Thou nearest what I say." 
Then Satan went, we understand, 

And swept it all away ; 

And when Job's children all were dead. 



82 BENEATH THE ALTAR. 



In God he put his trust ; 
He rent his clothes, he shaved his head, 
And said the Lord was just. 

And when Job's cattle all were stolen, 
That by some roving band ; 

Yet on the side of God we're told 
He firmly took his stand. 

Then Satan went, we understand, 

To God he plead his case ; 
"If thou wilt touch him with thy hand 

He'll curse thee to thy face." 

"Go touch his body, spare his life/' 

The Lord to Satan said ; 
Then Satan did engage his wife, 

In hopes to kill him dead. 

"Do curse your maker, Job, and die. 

As God is not your friend ;" 
•'I'd like to know the reason why — 

I'll trust him to the end." 

With boils he did afflict him sore, 
From which he suffered pain ; 

All of which he did endure, 
In hopes of greater gain. 



BENEATH THE ALTAR WE DO SEE. 



Beneath the altar we do see, 
There's living water flowing free ; 
One half toward the Hindoo sea, 
Winter and summer shall it be. 

Ezekiel saw the stream arise 
Beneath the altar, with surprise ; 



BENEATH THE ALTAR. S& 



The angel caused him to pass through^ 
When first the stream was brought to view. 

The stream was to his ankles quite, 
It ran with splendor and delight ; 
He saw the stream would ne'er run dry, 
Would yield to all a rich supply. 

Ten thousand cubits measured he, 
The stream was running to his knee ; 
Measured again with eager haste, 
The stream was running to his waist. 

Ten thousand cubits measured more, 
The stream it reached from shore to shore ; 
The stream it rose so very fast, 
Became a stream not to be passed. 

Just like the little stone of old, 
When Daniel looked for to behold, 
Cut from the mountain without hand, 
It rolled until it filled the land. 

This fountain is both deep and wide, 
'Twas opened in the Savior's side ; 
When Jesus hung upon the tree, 
Upon the cross of Calvary. 

This fountain is both deep and high, 

And reaches to the starry sky ; 

Its sources are forever new, 

'Twill cleanse the Gentile and the Jew. 

Although your sins are crimson red, 
For you the Savior he hath bled ; 
When crucified upon the cross, 
He died to save poor sinners lost. 

This fountain rose in David's land, 



84 TAKING OF RED EYE. 



'Twas opened up for every man ; 
Come to the fountain while yon may, 
And wash the dismal stain away. 



TAKING OF RED EYE. 



I'll lay my head upon my bed, 

And stretch me out to die, 
Before it's said my nose is red 

By taking of red eye. 

Chorus. — The time is approaching, 
I hope to live to see, 
Of whisky bloats and dirty shoats 
The nation will be free. 

The whisky bloat, the dirty shoat, 

That lies upon the ground, 
With ragged coat and burned out throat 

That's to his master bound. 

Chorus. — The time is approaching, &c. 

He drinks away and takes his pay, 

Like licks upon the nose ; 
He'll have his way whate'er you say, 

Or any that oppose. 

Chorus. — The time is approaching, &c. 

His eyes are sore, his children poor, 

His wife is in distress ; 
With broken door upon the floor 

She makes her children rest. 

Chorus. — She time is approaching, &c. 
In any place he's a hard case. 



I LOVE THE TEMPERANCE SONS 85 

And that wo all do know ; 
Unto his lace he's a disgrace, 
And that his actions show. 

Chorus. — The time is approaching, &c. 

All those that drink should stop and think, 

Before they farther go ; 
They're on the brink, will surely sink 

Into to the pit of woe. 

Chorus. — The time is approaching, &c. 

Their breath will smell, we all can tell — 

I never liked the scent; 
The men that sell will go to hell, 

Unless they do repent. 

Chorus. — The time is approaching, &c. 

His name will rut, 'tis soon forgot, 

That tills a drunkard's grave ; 
We'll mark the spot, "here sleeps the sot 

That died a drunken slave." 

Chorus. — The time is approaching, <fec. 
I LOVE THE TEMPERANCE SONS. 



The way I love a temperance lad 
Tis hard for me to tell ; 

It always makes me feel so glad 
To hear them say, "I'm well." 

The way I love a temperance boy 
I'd like to let you know ; 

It fills my heart so full of joy, 
It's sure to overflow. 



SG RAISING OF LA ZAR US. 



I always loved a temperance youth, 
I love them in my heart ; 

I love to hear them speak the truth, 
I'm loth with them to part. 

I always loved a temperance man, 

That I can truly say ; 
I love to take them by the hand, 

For them I love to pray. 

I always loved a temperance band, 

With such I do unite ; 
I want the world to understand, 

I think it to be right. 



RAISING OF LAZARUS. 



When Jesus came to Bethany 
To wake the sleeping dead ; 

Then Martha met him in the way, 
And to the Savior said : 

"Dear master, if thou hadst been here, 

My brother had not died ;" 
But still to us it doth appear, 

In Christ she did confide. 

Then Jesus sayeth unto her, 

"Thy brother shall arise ; 
Believe in God and do not fear, 

And rest thy weeping eyes." 

"I know that he shall rise again, 

On resurrection day ;" 
Then Jesus did to her explain 

The life, the truth, the way. 

"He that believes shall never die, 



TIME IS ROLLING. 87 



Believe ye what I say ; 
For God will raise him up on high, 
To live eternally." 

Then Martha told her sister dear, 
"The Master calls for thee ;" 

She quickly rose, it doth appear, 
And went, herself, to see. 

She bowed and wept at Jesus' feet ; 

'Twas near their little town ; 
While many Jews with her did weep, 

Though, weeping, stood around. 

"Where have you laid him," Jesus said ; 

They said, "Do come and see ; ' 
He went and raised him from the dead, 

For kind and good was he. 

When Jesus cried to God aloud, 

Then quick the dead arose ; 
When the much astonished crowd 

Loosed him and let him go. 

TIME IS ROLLING. 

Time is rolling, bells are tolling, 
Friends are dropping one by one ; 

Scenes of nature still unfolding, 
From rising to the setting sun. 

Time is fleeting, swiftly passing, 
Time is winging us away ; 

Wordly fortunes some are massing, 
Soon to moulder and decay. 

Guide me, O, thou great Jehovah! 
Lead me in the paths of peace ; 
If the way is dark and dreary, 



88 HELP THE POOR. 



May I pray and never cease. 

Death will call us soon or later, 
We must stand before the just; 

The tall, the wise, the less, the greater, 
Soon must crumble into dust. 

On Jordan's stream none can linger, 
Though the stream is dark and drear; 

Death will come and none can hinder, 
Say, poor sinner, do you hear? 

The stream of Death none can frighten, 
If we are guided by His hand ; 

But our hopes will surely brighten. 
As we approach the promised land. 

Time that's lost is lost forever, 

Time that's lost there's none can gain ; 
If we love the blessed Savior, 

Life eternal we shall sain. 

When we reach the land of glory, 

We shall ever be at rest ; 
There to tell the pleasing story, 

With theholvand the blest. 



HELP THE POOR. 

I think we ought to help the poor — 
So says the blessed Savior ; 

By doing so we will be sure 
To gain his gracious favor. 

I think we ought with them to share. 

We ought to treat them clever; 
Then when we went to God in prayer 

We'd feel so much the better. 



WHY WILL YOU WAIT? 89 



We have the poor within our land, 
Their looks are quite distressing ; 

If we do 'lend a helping hand, 
We may expect a blessing. 

We find in country and in town, 
That some are much afflicted ; 

For this I think we all have found, 
Their means arc much restricted. 

Have not enough to keep them warm, 

Or scarce a place to shelter ; 
Tis hard for them to stand the storm, 

In cold and freezing weather. 

We ought to see that they are fed, 

Have clothes and shoes and stockings 

For them to do without a bed, 
I think is rather shocking. 

If the hungry we've not fed, 

We cannot go to Heaven ; 
At last to us it may be said, 

"You're from His presence driven." 



WHY WILL YOU WAIT? 

Why should the sinner longer wait, 
When God's so good and kind? 

He opens wide the Gospel gate, 
To welcome all mankind. 

He spilt His blood upon the cross, 
To save us from our sins. 

'Tis not His will we should be lost ; 
Believe, and enter in. 

He stands inviting you to come ; 



90 CHILDREN, DO YOU LOVE PAPA? 

How can you stay away? 
All Heaven declares that there is room. 
O, come without delay. 

The soldier pierced His tender side ; 

His blood it flowed so free. 
A heaven for you to provide, 

They nailed Him to the tree. 

O turn, poor sinner, turn and live. 

Before it is too late, 
And all your sins He will forgive. 

Why will you longer wait? 

CHILDREN, DO YOU LOVE YOUR PAPA? 

Children do you love your papa? 

Do you love mother too? 
If you wish for to be happy, 

'Tis what you all must do. 

You should be kind unto each other ; 

Your parents should obey ; 
You should be kind unto your brothers, 

And never go astray. 

You ought to love God's holy Bible, 

And keep the Sabbath day ; 
You should not with each other trifle, 

When you are out at play. 

You should hearken to your teachers, 

If they do teach you right. 
You should listen to your preachers, 

And never swear or fight. 

You ought to learn to be*clever, 

Should learn to keep your seat, 
And always try to be cheerful 



BOW IN PRAYER. 91 



With those you chance to meet, 

You ought to hearken to the Savior, 
And always speak the truth. 

You ought to try and seek His favor, 
While you are in your youth. 

You should learn for to keep sober. 

And always stop and think 
Before you become a toper, 

With those that love strong drink. 



BOW IN PKAYEK. 



O, come and let us bow in prayer, 

Before a throne of grace ; 
For God is present everywhere, 

To grant us our request. 

If we have met in Jesus' name, 
He'll come and bless us now. 

His love to us is all the same, 
If with our hearts we bow. 

Then let us, while we bow the knee, 
Beseech a throne of grace, 

That God may look on us and see 
Each in his proper place. 

The Lord will hear us when we pray, 

If we do pray aright ; 
For in His Word we hear Him say 

'Tis pleasing in His sight. 

If we do ask, we snail receive, 

His word it doth declare. 
May none of us His spirit grieve, 

As He is everywhere. 



92 AHAB A^D JEZEBEL. 

AHAB AND JEZEBEL. 



When Ahab ruled in Canaan's land, 
He had a. wife named Jezebel ; 

His deeds were bad, we understand, 
It was the reason why he fell. 

His wife she was Canaan ite — 
She was the daughter of a. king ; 

By Moses' law it was not right, 
She did the nation trouble bring. 

Was of herself so very proud ; 

The laws of God would not obey ; 
To idol gods the people bowed ; 

She did the nation lead astray. 

As Naboth's garden lay near by, 
This garden Ahab wished to own ; 

They went to work and proved a lie, 
Then Naboth beat to death with stones 

Then Ahab to the garden went, 

He nothing thought was in the way; 

The Lord Elijah quickly sent, 
He told the prophet what to say. 

Elijah unto Ahab said : 

"Thy deeds to God are surely known; 
Suppose you think as Naboth's dead, 

You'll claim his garden for your own?.' 

The Lord hath sent me, here I am? 

As thou hast sold thyself for naught, 
He'll sweep thy children from the land; 

You, for the nation trouble brought. 

Where Naboth's blood the dogs did lick, 
In the same place they shall lick thine 



GOD'S VINEYARD. 93. 



Thy wife her flesh the dogs shall eat, 
As she has shown herself unkind. 



GOD'S VINEYARD. 



Go in the vineyard of the Lord, 

Go in it right away, 
The Lord your labor will reward ; 

Be sure you watch and pray. 

You need not longer spend your time 

In folly and in sin ; 
To stay away it is crime, 

Say, will you now go in? 

The offering made to you is free, 

'Tis free for eveiy one ; 
The Savior died for you and me, 

He was God's only son. 

We all must work in Jesus name, 

His name to glorify, 
Nor should we ever feel ashamed, 

Or ask the reason why. 
* 
Why stand ye idle all the clay, 

As night is drawing near? 
The voice of Christ you must obey, 

Poor sinner do you hear? 



THE LORD IS MY FRIEND. 



The Lord He is my constant friend. 

On Him I will rely, 
To guide me to my journey's end, 

To raise me up on High 



94 STRAY THOUGHTS. 



He's helped me through the long years past, 

And yet He's helping still, 
As all my hopes on Him are cast, 

His promise to fulfill. 

If we but hearken and obey 

As God has given command, 
We'll live with Him eternally, 

In Canaan's happy land. 

There with Christ forever reign, 

To sigh and weep no more, 
To live upon the heavenly plain, 

On Canaan's peaceful shore. 

If we are numbered with the blest, 

We'll reign with Christ above ; 
From toil and labor we shall rest, 

Where all is peace and love. 

STRAY THOUGHTS. 



If thoughts are strange and up and down, 

I can not get them haltered, 
Then I get up and walk around, 

For fear I might get faltered. 

A little sleep will help the mind, 

It makes us feel so cheerful ; 
But still it's best, I always find, 

To be a little careful. 

If I was going to make a speech, 

Would take a little dinner, 
And, then, if I was going to preach, 

I might convert a sinner. 

And if a preacher wants to read, 



FALLING LEAVES. 95 



He ought to watch his diet, 
iind if with me he's not agreed, 
I ask him for to try it. 

If you would have your ideas bright, 
You ought to study grammar, 

So you could talk with great delight, 
And never have to stammer. 

I think some work we all should do, 
Would make the mind the stronger, 

For I do think there is but few 
But what would live the longer. 

If something healthy we would take,. 

Just try a little mutton ; 
And if a statesman we would make, 

We must not act the glutton. 



FALLING LEAVES. 



The leaves are falling from the trees, 
We see them whirling over ; 

They're gently wafted by the breeze, 
They say it is October. 

The leaves that fell a year ago, 
The first were in September ; 

They did not stop, we all do know, 
They fell throughout November. 

And we are like to one of these, 
As one by one we're falling ; 

We're borne away by sad disease, 
The monster he is calling. 



96 FALLING LEAVES. 

As time fur us will never wait, 
I think we should be humble ; 

If we should miss the narrow gate, 
Have we aright to grumble? 

There are four seasons of the year, 

We see they come in order ; 
In order grand they do appear, 

As time, it's own recorder. 

As this has been for years that's past, 

Six thousand nearly number, 
And this will be while time shall last, 

They never make a blunder. 

As youth is like a pleasant spring, 

So gentle and so merry , 
I love to hear them chat and sing. 

They seem to never weary. 

Manhood's the time to lay in store, 
Though .some are rather greedy, 

If some would work they'd have the more, 
As they are very needy. 

Our fathers' heads are growing gray ; 

The winter it is coming, 
And soon from time will pass away, 

Their end, we see, is nearing. 

They're nearing to the other shore, 
Though each must bear his burden, 

And we shall see their face no more 
Till we meet them over Jordan. 



THE CHRISTIAN'S PATH. 97 
THE CHRISTIAN'S PATH. 



The Christian's path the Lord has made ; 
Pure gold refined He used for grade ; 
It is a path both smooth and straight, 
It leads direct to heaven's gate. 

1 1 anyone would walk therein, 
They must repent and turn from sin ; 
The Bible points to us the way 
That leads to life eternally. 

It is the road wherein, we're told, 
The prophets walked in days of old ; 
It is the path that leads on High, 
Where saints immortal never die. 

It is the path that we should seek, 
Of which we hear the Savior speak ; 
It is the path that leads to God. 
Wherein no lion's whelp hath trod. 

The saints do walk together there, 
They journey to a kingdom fair — 
A kingdom of eternal rest, 
To reign forever with the blest. 

When they have reached that peaceful shore, 
Where pain and sorrow are no more, 
They'll live and reign with Christ above, 
Where all is joy, and peace and love. 

Then let us watch as well as pray, 

That we may keep the narrow way ; 

That we may reach that happy land, 

Where saints are crowned at God's right hand. 



«8 I LOVE TO MEET JESUS. 
I LOVE TO MEET JESUS. 



I love to be where Jesus meets, 

It is deliciously fair ; 
I love to worship at His feet, 

For none can perish there. 

I love the children for to greet, 
And bow with them in prayer, 

I love with them to have a seat, 
And with them have a share. 

I love in solitude to pray, 
I love on Christ to wait, 

I love to feel I'm in the way 
That leads to Zion's gate. 

I love to read God's Holy Word, 

I love to meditate, 
I love to feel my prayer is heard 

With those that on Him wait. 

I love to praise His holv name, 
I praise and thank Him too ; 

I feel His love is all the same 
To Gentile and to Jew. 

The little children I do love, 
For them I love to pray ; 

I hope to meet with them above, 
Where all is bright as day. 

[ love to meet them anywhere, 

The Savior to adore ; 
I hope to meet them over there, 

Where parting is no more. 

1 tell them all to do what's right- 
To keep the Lord's command ; 



GOD IS ABOVE. 



Then they will wear a robe of white 
Within the promised land. 

GOD IS ABOVE. 

While God above is seated high, 
On all the world is looking down ; 

He rules above both earth and sky, 
His head doth wear a starry crown. 

Our daily walks to Him are known, 
Our thoughts from Him we can't conceal i; 

Along our path His love is strewn, 
Then, O! how thankful we should feel. 

From Him receive our daily bread, 
And all that we do have and are ; 

As f rom His bounties we are fed, 
We know we all do have a share. 

Then should we not all thankful be, 
To God who's been so good and kindf 

At last we may His glory see, 

And leave this world and sin behincK 

In Him we all should put our trust, 
That live upon this earthly ball ; 

We feel that He is good and just, 
We know that He is lord of all. 



KIND GREETING. 

I love to see the greeting, 
At the old people's meeting, 
Where there's no sect or party, 
And the shaking of hands hearty. 

There our fathers and our mothers, 



1(H) ACROSS THE SHORE. 

Our sisters and our brothers, 
Where gentlemen and ladies, 
The children and the babies 

Can meet in swe«t communion. 
In friendship and in union, 
Where all can feel united 
And no one feels he's slighted. 

If you would be well treated, 
I hope you will keep seated. 
May heaven deign to bless you 
While gentlemen address you ; 

That when our meeting's ended — 
May no one feel offended — 
May leave with smiling faces 
For our respective places. 

ACROSS THE SHORE. 

O, let thine eyes by faith behold 
That fair and distant shore, 

Where saints immortal, we are told. 
Do live forever more. 

It is the land where saints are blest — 
His Word it doth declare — 

It is the land, the land of rest 
Of those that enter there. 

Then let us all fresh courage take, 

Our trust in God renew ; 
The world and Satan all forsake,' 

And press our journey through. 

We live by faith and and not by sight- 

His Word it doth declare — 
Then, let us keep our garments white ; 



ROLL ON. 14)1 



By faith and humble prayer. 

The Lord He is our only trust, 
On Him we must rely — 

To raise us from our sleep in dust, 
To reign wiih Him on high. 



ROLL ON. 

The day glides sweetly o'er my head, 
When the sun is set and gone, 

I'll lay me down upon my bed 
And say to the world, "roll on. ?; 

Still roll on at your rapid rate 
Of ten thousand miles an hour ; 

Although thy weight is very great, 
'Tis God that sends the power. 

Roll on with thy ponderous weight 
While the nations take repose, 

For He that rules is very great, 
And that all His working shows. 

The little stars all twinkling bright, 
And the moon with her broad lace 

Will twinkle on until daylight — 
Each in its proper place. 

The mountains, too, both steep and high, 
The fountains so broad and deep, 

Are guarded by Thy watchful eye, 
Thou doth guard us while we sleep. 



m A TEMPERANCE SONG. 
A TEMPERANCE SONG. 



I hope the time it won't be long, 
When whisky shops will all be gone; 
The happy time I hope to see — 
: Tis then we'll have a jubilee. 

I hope to live to see the day, 
When whisky shops are done away ; 
When men no longer spend their time 
In deeds of drunkenness and crime. 

Then let us work with heart and hand, 
To swpep the monster from the land ; 
Till whisky shops they are no more — 
5 Tis then we'll stop, and not before. 

The Lord will bless us in the right ; 
O, may we all as one unite ; 
May Heaven deign to help us all, 
To overthrow King Alcohol. 

O, may we all united be, 

Until our country it is free ; 

Till whisky shops they are no more — 

Tis then we 11 stop and not before. 



I DON'T MIND THE TOLL. 

I like to have a gravel road, 
I do not mind the toll ; 

So I can haul a heavy load, 
I do not mind the cold. 

I like to have my horses sleek, 
I want them big and strong ; 

So I can go to market quick, 
There's nothing in it wrong. 



THE UNJUST JUDGE. 10$ 



I love to see my horses pull, 
I love to see them trot ; 

I love to have my wagon full : 
I want a choice lot. 

When to the city I do go, 
With things I have to spare. 

I do not want to be too slow, 
Or idle while I'm there. 

I like to sell for ready cash, 
I do not like to trust ; 

I do not like to deal in trash, 
For fear that I might "bust.' 



THE UNJUST JUDGE. 



The Savior said there was a judge, 

To whom a widow prayed ; 
At first he thought he wouldn't budge, 

Or lend to her his aid. 

But as the widow importuned, 
The judge he thought it best ; 

He thought it best to change his tune, 
He granted her request. 

So God will hear our humble prayer, 

If we on Him rely ; 
For His kind word it doth declare, 

That He will hear our cry. 

If we but ask it won't be long, 

Till God will grant relief ; 
We must confess wherein we're wrong. 

Before we can receive. 

Then let us bow before His throne. 



104 SPRING FLOWERS. 



And ask Him to forgive ; 
That He may claim us for h : s own. 
And say, "poor sinner live." 



SPRING FLOWERS. 



When the spring flowers bloom. 

And the air is perfumed, 

I can sit in my room 

As snug as a bridegroom. 

And I scent with my nose 
The sweet pink and the rose : 
There is no one that knows. 
Just how pleasant it goes. 

When I sit in the breeze, 
And view the honeybees. 
As well as the green leaves 
That are out on the trees. 

While the little birds sing, 
And raise their pretty wings ; 
O, what a comfort it brings, 
To view these pretty things. 

I can view with delight, 
Such a beautiful sight ; 
With them I can unite, 
And sing with all my might. 



CONFESS YOUR SINS. 



< -onfession, Lord, to Thee I make, 

O, save me from my guilt and sins 
< >, save me for Thy mercy's sake, 



CONFESS YOUR SINS. 105 



And give me joy and peace within. 

I have no strength I call my own, 
In Thee I humbly put my trust ; 

As all my wants to Thee are known, 
I know that Thou art good and just. 

My sins to Thee I do confess, 

O, wilt Thou come and bless me now? 
O, grant me pardon, own and bless, 

While at Thy feet I humbly bow. 

(>, wilt Thou come and cleanse my heart, 
From all the crimes that I have done, 

And bid my sins from me depart — 
That for the sake of Thy dear son? 

I come to Thee in Jesus' name, 
Itor me he suffered, bled and died ; 

Th*love to all is still the same 
As when Thy son was crucified. 

<), wilt Thou now Thyself reveal? 

Come quickly. Savior, from above ; 
Empty my heart and let me feel 

The pard'ning of Thy saving love. 

At Thy command the dead were raised, 

At Thy command the dumb could talk ; 
At Thy command Thy name was praised, 
At Thy command the lame could walk. 

< >, speak, 0, Lord, and I shall live, 
0, lend to me a listening ear ; 

If all my sins Thou wilt forgive;, 

How bright my hopes will then appear. 

I feel that Thou hast heard my prayer, 

All glory to Thy holy name ; 
Thy word of truth I will declare, 

To shout Thy praise I'm not ashamed. 



Jt06 BEAUTIFUL THINGS ABOVE. 
BEAUTIFUL THINGS ABOVE. 



There's a beautiful river above, 

Which flows from the midst of the throne,; 
Whose surface no tempest disturbs, 

Unruffled it swiftly flows on. 

There's a beautiful city above, 

With walls decked with jewels most clear ; 
With streets of pure, bright, shining gold, 

With which nothing on earth may compare. 

There are beautiful mansions above, 
Prepared by the Savior, for those 

Who look for salvation to Him, 
And on Himself only repose. 

There's a beautiful anthem above. 
Which the glorified ever shall sing; 

Whose notes as they swell through hearts of 
love, 
Sweet praises to the Savior shall bring. 

There are beautiful angels above, 

Surrounding the throne of the Lamb ; 

Whose service — blest service it is, 
To worship unceasing His name. 

And all those bright, beautiful things, 
And more than the heart can conceive, 

Are offered by God, in His love 
To all who in Jesus believe. 

ENCAMPMENT OF ISRAEL. 

When Israel left for Canaan's land, 
Instructions God to Moses gave ; 
The order of their camp was grand, 



ENCAMPMENT OF ISRAEL. IOT 



Above each tribe their ensign waved, 

Towards the East there were three tribes, 

Judah, Isachar and Zebulon ; 
Their tents in order, side by side, 

All things in order must be done. 

Three tribes upon the South we see. 
Were Keuben, Simeon and Gad ; 

As all was neat and orderly, 
From bondage freed no doubt were glad. 

Then Dan and Asher, Naphtati, 

Upon the North their camps did stand; 

They with the order did comply, 
As Moses to them gave command. 

The tabernacle had its place, 
Right in the center it did stand ; 

: Twas there they offered sacrifice ; 
As God to Moses gave command. 

Ephraim, Mahassa, Benjamin, 

Their camps were pitched upon the West. 
This is the way the order ran, 

As all was ordered for the best. 

The tribe of Levi had its place — 

The tabernacle were to keep ; 
As Aaron and his sons were priests, 

The offerings unto God did make. 

A cloudy pillar o'er them hung, 
It rested there by day and night ; 

It screened them from the noonday sun, 
It gave them light to see by night. 

Whene'er the people were to march, 
The cloudy pillar went before ; 



108 THE GRASSHOPPER WAR. 



Then came the priests that bore the ark, 
As on they marched to Canaan's shore. 

THE GRASSHOPPER WAR. 

When the grasshoppers made a raid, 
The peeple feared that they must die ; 

Their prospects in the dust were laid, 
Then from the West there came a cry. 

Like a great army they did sweep, 
They spread destruction where they went: 

The strongest men were seen to weep, 
The stoutest hearts they did relent. 

When rirst they saw them come in sight, 
'Tvvas like a cloud above their heads ; 

When on the ground they once did light, 
They robbed the people of their bread. 

'Twas the grasshoppers did the deed, 
They spread destruction in their train ; 

They nothing left whereon to feed, 
They robbed the j)eople of their grain. 

Could Alexander have done more? 

Young Caesar got himself a name ; 
Napoleon made the people poor, 

Those little pests have done the same. 

They call on us as unto friends, 
Although they are so distant far; 

For help on us they do depend, 
They ask our means with them to share. 

Though many thousands we have given, 

We send them help from day to day ; 
We say to these poor people, "live, 



FAREWELL] 109 



For you we will not cease to pray." 

They do not call on us in vain, 
We can but hearken to their cry ; 

We send them clothes, we send them grain, 
We will not suffer them to die. 



FAKEWELL ! FAREWELL ! 

"Farewell, farewell," is oftimes heard, 
From the lips of those that part ; 

A whispered tone, a gentle word, 
But it springs not from the heart. 

"Adieu, adieu," may greet the ear, 
In the guise of courtly speech ; 

But when we leave the kind and dear, 
'Tis not what the heart would teach 

Farewell, dear friends, a long farewell, 
For we shall meet never more, 

Till we shall meet at the Judgement Seat; 
On fair Canaan's peaceful shore. 

"Farewell, until we meet again," 
From dear friends is often heard. 

It often fills the heart with pain, 
If the soul is deeply stirred. 

"How are you?" we do often hear, 
When kind friends together meet; 

When each does feel affection dear — 
When in love the union's sweet. 

"Adieu, adieu," we often hear, 

From kind friends no more to meet ; 

They bid adieu to all that's dear ; 
The victory is complete. 



110 BE FIRM. 

BE FIRM. 



It is the mind that makes the man, 
And not the name or race. 

'Tis he that does as God commands, 
That keeps his proper place. 

While virtue has a rich reward, 
Yet vice will suffer shame. 

'Tis he that loves to keep his word, 
That never feels ashamed. 

It matters not from whence we came, 
Or what may be our birth, 

For God doth view us all the same, 
If we but have the worth. 

'Tis right to labor with the hands, 
That we may have to give, 

To send the truth to foreign lands, 
That they may in heaven live. 

'Tis he that strives with all his heart 

To cultivate his mind, 
That always tries to do his part, 

In deeds that are good and kind. 

Although a king upon his throne — 

He yet may be a fool ; 
For God doth claim him for his own, 

That keeps the golden rule. 

'Tis not the wealthy or the gay, 

'Tis not the gaudy dress ; 
'Tis he that keeps the narrow way 

That helps the fatherless. 



CALVARY. Ill 

CALVARY. 

When Jesus died on Calvary, 

He died for fallen man ; 
He died to set poor sinners free 

In this and every land. 

They nailed Him to the rugged cross. 
He bowed His head and died ; 

He died to save poor sinners lost, 
They pierced His tender side. 

The Lamb of God was crucified. 

For us He suffered pain ; 
The soldier pierced His tender side, 

That we might live again. 

Unto the Father He did cry, 

While hanging on the tree : 
:, EU o lama sabacthani ;" 

"Hast Thou forsaken Me." 

When He had bowed His sacred head 
His work on earth was done ; 

They smote upon their breasts and said : 
"He surely was God's Son." 

The rocks did rend, the earth did quake, 

The sun refused to shine, 
When Jesus suffered for the sake 

Of every human kind. 

THE LAMBS AT PLAY. 



I love to see the lambs play, 
And run their merry rout ; 

They look so gentle and so gay, 
As they do skip about. 



112. THE MEANEST MAN. 



To me it is a pleasing sight, 

They do so well agree ; 
They look so clean, so pure and white, 

They act in harmony. 

The little ones, they like the fun, 
They seem to do their part ; 

The way they jump, the way they run, 
They seem so very smart. 

They look as though they loved to spree 
As though they liked the fun ; 

They look so merry — full of glee, 
As off they jump and run. 

The little boys that go to school, 

Their teacher should obey, 
And learn to keep their tempers cool, 

While they are out at play. 



THE MEANEST MAN. 

If you would find a man that's mean, 
Jurt go and look behind the screen ; 
See, there he stands, with swollen face, 
While dealing poison to his race. 

CHORUS. 

So, get out of the way, you whisky seller 
For you've ruined many a clever fellow. 

He has a conscience hard as steel, 
His heart's so hard he does not feel 
For the poor that's in distress, 
The widow and the fatherless. 

Chorus — So get out of the way, &e. 



THE MEANEST MAN. 118 



We ought to have a law so strong, 

That every one would feel it's wronj 
If they should make or sell at all, 
We'd shut them up in prison walls. 

Chorus — So, get out of the way, &c. 



While some perhaps who think they're wise, 
Will for those fools apologize ; 
They say to me, '"it will not do, 
From them we'll raise a revenue." 

Chorus — So, get out of the way, &c. 



I think I have a word to say : 
I tell you, sir, it will not pay ; 
Increases paupers, fills the jail, 
And makes the widow's heart to fail. 

Chorus — So. get out of the way, &c. 



Besides, it is an awful crime, 
For men to drink and spend their time ; 
To leave their wives, it they're not dead. 
To hear their children cry lor bread. 

Chorus — So, get out of the way. &c. 



I think these men should stop and think 
As they are standing on the brink ; 
Before they reach the pit of woe. 
Where whisky bloats and devils go. 

Chorus — So, get out of the way, &c. 
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114 CHILDREN, LOVE ONE ANOTHER. 
CHILDREN, LOVE ONE ANOTHER. 



Love is like a three-fold chord, 

Unites our hearts in one ; 
It brings us nearer to the Lord, 

'Tis Heaven just begun. 

Love is the theme on which to dwell, 

Love unto God and man ; 
"Twill save us from the pit of hell, 

'Twas Jesus drew the plan. 

Then let us love with all the heart, 

And watch as well as pray ; 
And never from his word depart, 

But keep the narrow way. 

The path that leads to God on high, 
Where saints immortal reign ; 

To reign above sun, moon and sky, 
No more to suffer pain. 

"Twas love that drew the wondrous plan. 
When we had fallen from grace ; 

He died to save rebellious man, 
He suffered in our place. 

(), may we live to love him more, 

As we do near that land ; 
That when we reach that happy shore, 

May reign at his right hand. 



GOD IS LOVE. 



If we would live in heaven above, 

Oh, let us bear in mind 
That we must show a brother's love 



BE YE HOLY. IK 



To all the human kind. 

If we would sain that happy land, 

We must to others do 
As Jesus Christ did give command, 

To Gentile and to Jew. 

The widow and the fatherless 

Must ever keep in mind, 
And never let them be distressed ; 

To them we should be kind. 

Must not oppress the needy poor. 

Or any of our race, 
If we would gain that blissful shore, 

Or see His smiling face. 

The Lord of glory died for all — 
The white, the black, the red — 

That live upon this earthly ball ; 
For all the Savior bled. 



BE YE HOLY. 



Be ye holy, be ye good ; 

; Tis the holy and the wise, 
It is plainly understood, 

That will ever win the prize. 

Be ye humble, be ye meek, 
Be ye careful, don't offend ; 

Mind ye when ye go to speak, 
Lest ye may insult a friend. 

Be ye faithful, be ye true ; 

Try to always bear in mind 
Where you are, or what you do ; 

God to you is very kind. 



116 HOME MISSIONARY HYMN. 



Be ye honest, he ye wise ; 

Keep ye in the narrow way ; 
If ye gain the upper skies, 

The laws of God ye must obey. 

Be ye earnest, be ye strong, 

Though the worl({ upon ye frown. 

Time is short, it won't be long ; 
Ye may wear a starry crown. 



HOME MISSIONARY HYMJs. 

[ By a lady of Virginia. | 

faints of God, the dawn is brightening. 

Tokens of our coming Lord. 
O'er the earth the fields are whitening. 

Louder rings the Master's word. 
Pray for reapers, 

In the harvest of the Lord. 

Feebly, now, they toil in sadness, 
Weeping o'er (.he wastes around, 

Slowly gathering grains of gladness, 
While their echoing cries resound. 

Pray that reapers 
In God's harvest may abound. 

Now. O Lord, fulfill Thy pleasure, 
Breathe upon Thy chosen band, 

And, with Pentecostal measure, 
Send forth reapers o'er the land ; 

Faithful reapers 
Gathering sheaves for Thy right hand. 

Ocean calleth unto ocean, 

Spirits speed from shore to shore, 

Heralding the world's commotion ; 
Hear the conflict at our door ; 



SEEK THE SAVIOR. 115 



Mighty conflict, 
Satan's death cry on our shore. 

Broad the shadow of our nation, 

Eager millions hither roam. 
Lo they wait for Thy salvation — 

Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come I 
By Thy spirit 

Bring Thy ransomed people home. 

Soon shall end the time of weeping, 
Soon the reaping time will come ; 

Heaven and earth together keeping 
God's eternal harvest home. 

Saints and angels 
Shout the world's great harvest home. 



SEEK THE SAVIOR. 



Oh, come and seek the Savior, 
Who hung upon the cross. 

Unless you seek His favor, 
You surely will be lost. 

Come, all my loving neighbors, 
Here is my heart and hand. 

With you I mean to labor, 
To gain the promised land. 

For you I mean to labor, 

For you I mean to pray, 
That you may seek the Savior, 

And that without delay. 

1 love to meet with Christians, 

To bow at Jesus' feet. 
I love to sit and listen 

To songs that are clear and sweet. 



118 HOME MISSION HYMN. 



I love to hold communion 
With Christians in a land, 

Where all, in love and union, 
Are bound for Canaan's land. 

Where all in Christ united, 
And Christians are the same, 

And no one feels he's slighted, 
That loves the Saviour's name. 

I'll keep the trumpet sounding ; 

I have no cause to fear. 
If sinners will not hear me, 

My skirts I mean to clear. 

My sins they are forgiven, 
Of Christ I'm not ashamed. 

I hope to live in heaven, 
All glory to his name. 

I want to live in glory, 

On that eternal shore, 
With those who've gone before me. 

Where parting is no more. 

Where we shall live forever, 
In Canaan's happy land ; 

No more from friends to sever, 
Or take the parting hand. 



A HOME MISSION HYMN 

I'm out upon my mission, 
Within my native land, 

To offer free salvation 
To wretched, fallen man. 

My Master he has called me ; 
His call I will obey. 



JESSE'S BOYS. Hi) 



If sinners will not hear me, 
ISTor them I mean to pray. 

My mission is from heaven, 
I preach in Jesus' name ; 

If sinners will not hearken, 
They'll have to bear the blame 

As I have been commissioned, 
I'll go at his command ; 

From him I have a mission, 
Within my native land. 

My heart is set on fire, 

I feel the fire burn ; 
I have a strong desire 

To see poor sinners turn. 

JESSE'S BOYS. 



When Jesse called his youngest son. 

He told him for to go. 
See how his eldei brothers did, 

And come and let him know. 

'•'And take along ten loaves of bread. 

And take along ten cheese s 
And see you do as I have said ; 

It will your brothers please." 

He saw Goliah, heard him boast., 
And tell what he could do. 

To hear him talk, he was a host, 
While standing out in view. 

He saw the hostile armies drawn. 

All ready for the fight. 
To see his friends away he ran, 



120 JOSEPH'S COAT. 



To see if all was right. 

Before his face all Israel tied, 
They trembled at his sight,. 

Much troubled at the words he said, 
And feared with him to fight. 

•'Who is this Philistine — who?" 
The youthful David said. 
A boar and lion once I slew : 
I will take away his head." 

With notliing but a sling and stone, 
He marched into the held; 

But soon the field was all his own ; 
The giant had to yield. 

When David broke Goliah's skull. 

He soon cut off his head. 
His friends, beholding what was done, 

In mighty terror fled, 

The hosts of Israel did pursue ; 

They slew them as thev went; 
Along the way the dead were strewn ; 

Thev turned and snoiled their tents. 



JOSEPH'S COAT. 

When Jacob made his son a coat, 
'Twas made of many colors. 

When in bondage he was sold, 
'Twas by his own half brothers. 

His master's wife she did entice, 
But Joseph would not listen. 

A falsehood then she did devise, 
And shut him up in prison. 



JOSEPH'S COAT. 121 



The baker and the butler dreamed, 
Were troubled at the vision ; 

As Joseph did explain, it seems, 
They took them out of prison. 

They tried the butler, set him free, 

By law he was acquitted. 
They hanged the baker on a tree, 

The fowls of heaven picked him. 

When Pharaoh himself had a dream, 
He called in the magicians, 

But none of them explained, it seems 
Like Joseph from tne prison. 

"The seven fat kine thou didst see, 

Are seven years of plenty. 
The seven kine that looked so lean. 

That all thy garners empty. 

Let Pharaoh lay up in store — " 
He thought of his relations — 

•'•'For the famine will be sore, 
In this and every nation.' 7 

They made him second in the land — 
To him it was a pleasure — 

He laid up corn, Ave understand, 
O'er which he kept the treasure. 

As Jacob thought his son was dead — 
His boys they had deceived him — 

To Egypt sent his boys for bread, 
When Joseph did receive them. 

They knew not Joseph, we are told, 
As he was dressed in splendor. 

To them he felt a little cold, 
Their deeds he did remember. 



122 REPENT YE. 

REPENT YE, THEREFORE. 



The Savior says ye must repent. 

At last ye have to die, 
Believe on him that God hath sent,. 

To raise you to the sky. 

Repent, believe, bold Peter said, 

Right on the Penticost, 
For if his spirit you do grieve 

You surely will be lost. 

Repent, it is the Lord's command 

To Gentile and to Jew ; 
Go tell them this in every land, 

'Tis what they all must do. 

Repent, believe, at last ye die! 

It is the only way. 
Ye need not ask the reason why, 

O, hearken and obey. 

Repent, His kingdom is at hand, 

And ye shall enter in, 
Tis all the way we understand, 

To save a soul from sin. 

A DRUNKEN HUSBAND. 

I'm weary of my weeping, 

I weep for evermore, 
I'm troubled while I'm sleeping. 

My children are so poor. 

I'm weary of my sighing, 
I sigh for evermore, 
• My children they are lying 
All huddled on the floor. 



THE BROAD ROAD. 123 



I'm weary of my dreaming, 

I dream for evermore, 
Such troubles while I'm sleeping- 

My husband is so poor. 

I,m weary of my thinking, 
While lying on my bed, 

My husband he is drinking, 
And we are out of bread. 

I'm weary of my trials, 

As I am getting old, 
My children they are crying, 

Bv reason of the cold. 



THE BROAD ROAD. 



Broad is the road and wide is the gate, 

And rugged is the way, 
Of those that stay away too late, 

We hear the Savior say. 

Why will they in the rugged path 

Down to destruction go? 
Until they find their souls at last, 

Lost in the pit of woe. 

The Saviour points the narrow road 
That leads to peace on high ; 

Will ease the sinner of his load 
And raise him to the sky. 

If sinners would their sins forsake, 
The Lord He would forgive ; 

Would from their sins and idols break 
They might in glory live. 



124 LOVE IS THE GOLDEN CHAIN 

The Savior says ye must believe 
On brim that God bath sent, 

The Holy Spirit must not grieve, 
Which says to you, repent. 

LOVE IS THE GOLDEN CHAIN. 



Love is the golden chain that binds 
All those that are of kindred minds; 
It makes them of one mind and heart, 
Whene'er they meet they're loth to part. 

They meet to wait upon the Lord; 
They wait according to His word ; 
They ask the Lord for daily bread; 
As with His bounties they are fed. 

Whene'er together they do meet, 
They meekly bow at Jesus' feet; 
They lift their hearts to things above — 
God fills their hearts with peace and love. 

They bear the burden of the meek. 
To them in kindness they do speak ; 
They teach the feeble ones to fight, 
So they can put the foe to flight. 

While some do shout and some do sing. 
They make the courts of Zion ring; 
They lift their hearts to things above 
And feast upon redeeming love. 

They bear the cross from day to day — 
They love to meet to sing and pray ; 
They hope to meet in Canaan's land, 
No more to take the parting hand. 



FIRST STEAMBOAT, 125 

THE FIRST STEAMBOAT. 



It was a time of merry glee, 

A time which none had ev( c dreamed, 
When Fulton called his friends to see 

The boat he built to run by steam. 

At first he found it would not go ; 

He found the wrong and made it right 
Then she began to puff and blow, 

And off she ran with great delight. 

While every one upon her gazed, 
They looked with wonder at the sight ; 

Aloud they did the hero praise, 
And all were filled with great delight. 

Her wheels were rolling by her side, 
While high above her flag did wave ; 

Upon the stream they saw her glide, 
While at her bow the water waves. 

The helmsman sitting at her stern, 
He turns her where he wants to go ; 

To either side he makes her turn — 
The way she ran it was not slow. 

We now have boats on many a stream, 
As well as upon the mighty sea ; 

The shipping is mostly done by steam, 
A sight which all are glad to see. 

The cars are run upon the track ; 

We see them drawn along by steam ; 
We do not think of turning back, 

While wealth upon the nation teems. 

Our shops are mostly run by steam ; 



126 CELESTIAL TELEGRAPH. 



By steam our wheat and corn is ground; 
'Tis better far than any team 
In all the nation to be found. 



CELESTIAL TELEGRAPH. 



A telegraph the Lord has made ; 
He stretched the line without our aid. 
From the believer's heart extends, 
To life eternal, where it ends. 

But Heaven is the starting place, 
AVhere Jesus shows his smiling face. 
He sends his message from above, 
A token of his pledge of love. 

He speaks to the believer's heart, 
And scatters life through every part. 
'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
So sanctify and make it whole. 

And when on Him in faith we call, 
He sends his blessings to us all. 
Quick as the lightning from above, 
He fills our hearts with peace and love. 

Not all the arts of men combined, 
Such heights of wisdom e'er can find, 
Or fix their station up on high, 
Like Israel's God, who built the sky. 

His lightnings flash, His thunders roll, 
He sends conviction to the soul. 
He whispers in the sinner's ear, 
And stops him in his wild career. 

And when the sinner feels opprest, 
He cries to God in great distress : 



INFANT MOSES. 127 



••'Lord, save a soul condemned to die, 
And with my broken heart comply.'* 

Then Jesus hearkens to his prayer ; 
He calls him then his chosen heir ; 
He fills his mind with joy and peace ; 
Quick as a thought his troubles cease. 

He calls on him when he is faint ; 
He hearkens to his soul's complaint, 
And when. his mind is filled with grief, 
He hastens then to give relief. 

And when his journey's at an end, 
The Savior still will be his friend. 
He'll send his message from on high, 
And call him to the starry sky. 



THE INFANT MOSES. 



Oh, was it not a pleasing sight 

When Pharaoh's daughter and her maid 
Received with pleasure and delight 

The little Moses where he laid. 

Just then the little Moses wept, 

When Pharaoh's daughter did decree 

That little Moses should be kept 
Her dear adopted son should be. 

As Moses' sister stood near by, 
To Pharaoh's daughter she did say : 

"Shall I go call a nurse for thee?" 
"Yes, go, I'll see she gets her pay." 

Then Pharaoh's daughter gave her leave, 

Then to her mother she did run ; 
"Oh mother, mother, take, I pray, 



128 A STORM. 



Thy darling little, loving son. 

When little Moses he was weaned, 
'Twas then his mother gave him up ; 

Then with the noble he was seen, 
Within his hands a silver cup. 

At Pharaoh's court he spent his time ; 

He grew to be both good and brave ; 
But still he thought it was a crime 

For Pharaoh to his friends enslave. 

When an Egyptian he had slain, 
Then from his country he did rlec : 

But God did bring him back again, 
His chosen people for to free. 

But Pharaoh would not let them go 
Till on the land ten plagues were sent ; 

And God his mighty wrath did show, 
And then old Pharaoh did repent. 

But still he thought it would not do ; 

He quickly started on their track, 
And with his army did pursue, 

Determined for to bring them back. 

They came at length to the Red Sea, 
When God for Israel did provide ; 

He brought them shouting glad and fre<* 
To praise Him on the other side. 



A STORM. 

Sing, O ye winds above my head, 

Around my body play, 
Or while I lie upon my bed 

Until the break of day. 



A STORM. 129 

Thou hast thy sway upon the seas, 

As well upon the land ; 
Alike upon the forest trees 

Or on the mighty strand. 



When in thy fury and thy wrath 

Among the forest trees, 
Thou maketh for thyself a path, 

Yet God thy fury sees. 

Although thy sound we all can hear, 

The wind we cannot see, 
Yet how sad it doth appear 

To view the falling trees. 



Thy spirit, Lord, we all can feel, 
And that we ought to know ; 

And Thy good spirit can reveal 
It's like the wind that blows. 



Come, Holy Spirit, in God's name, 

Our spirit for to raise, 
And kindle now a sacred flame. 

That we may give Thee praise. 

In days and years that long have passed, 
When Christ was fast asleep, 

Then poured thy fury and thy blast 
Upon the mighty deep. 

When Jesus bade the wind be still, 

The sea obeyed his voice ; 
Then joy and peace and love did fill — 

The boatmen did rejoice. 
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130 THE TELEGRAPH. 

THE TELEGRAPH. 



The telegraph that man has made 
There's none but God can beat ; 

When it is worked by skillful hands 
It does its work complete. 

They stretch a wire along high poles, 
Quite high above the ground ; 

Then pass it on by loops or holes 

Through country and through towns. 

On hills or plains along the strand 

It stretches far away, 
To bear the news to distant lands 

As quick as thought they say. 

Tick, tick, and then away it goes, 

By sea or on the land ; 
Just why it is we do not know — 

'Tis hard to understand. 

At every station on the way 

They get the news direct ; 
Still, coming in from either way, 

'Tis apt to be correct. 

It talks of queens as well as kings, 

Of church as well as state ; 
It tells of many other things 

Too tedious to relate. 

This is an age when many a one, 

It seems, is growing wise ; 
They make the news on wires run 

Light lightning through the skies. 



THE GOSPEL BANNER, 131 



We ask ourselves, how can it be? 

'Tis hard to understand 
That men can talk across the sea 

As well as on the land. 



THE GOSPEL BANNER. 



The Gospel Banner is unfurled 
To save a sin-polluted world, 
Enlisting soldiers all around, 
The Devil's kingdom to confound. 

Their captain he is always brave, 
And able still his men to save ; 
Their banner 's floating in the breeze 
While saints do bow upon their knees. 

They march with courage to the fight, 

Against the Devil to unite ; 

No carnal weapons they do bear — 

They trust in God through faith and prayer 

They are united in one band 
To drive the foe from off the land ; 
Christ Jesus is their master's name, 
To-day, as yesterday, the same. 

The army they are drawing near, 
The Captain now begins to cheer ; 
He bids them face the mighty foe, 
And aim at him the fatal blow. 

The victory is nearly won, 
To give the field to God's dear son ; 
Tlie foe begiris novy to retrea^-^r 
The victory now is quite complete. 



132 THE WORKS OF GOD. 

THE WORKS OF GOD. 

The works of God doth plainly show 
By the spears of grass that grow ; 
It's in the woods and in the fields, , 
And by the breeze upon the leaves. 

The trees upon the hills do grow, 
And in the valleys down below ; 
The wisdom of the Lord doth show, 
And that I think we all should know. 

The Lord hath shown His mighty hand — 
It's in the creation of man ; 
He made him for to think and speak, 
And gave him laws that he should keep. 

He makes the clouds and winds to rise 
Beneath the region of the skies ; 
And the brooks and rills to grow 
As toward the ocean they do flow. 

He made the stars that shine so bright.. 
That look so splendid to our sight ; 
And the moon with her broad face, 
That's always sure to keep her place. 

He makes the morning sun to rise 
To chase the darkness from our eyes ; 
And the little birds that sing, 
To praise the Lord upon the wing. 

■GO IN THE VINEYAKD OF THE LORD. 

Come, all ye servants of the Lord, 
Thrust in your sickle at his word ; 
The work is great, the laborers few, 
And still thev find much work to do. 



GOB IS A SPIRIT. 133 



Look on the fields — see how they're ripe, 
While Satan tries in vain to fright. 
And says our prayers are all in vain ; 
Those things we ask cannot obtain. 

Ye ministers of Christ awake 
And preach the word for Jesus' sake ; 
Bid every string now all awake, 
The Devil's kingdom for to shake. 

The field before the laborer lies. 
And he that reaps shall have the prize ; 
Then be ye faithful all the day, 
And learn your Master to obey. 

When Jesus Christ was here below, 
He told his disciples for to go 
Into the vineyard of the Lord 
And preaclf the gospel to the world. 

Gatherjmy sheaves "where're you go, 
And save them from the pit of woe ; 
Lift up your voice and loud proclaim, 
And preach the word in Jesus' name. 

And when the harvest time is o'er, 
You'll meet on Canaan's peaceful shore, 
And there to reign with Christ above, 
To feast upon redeeming love. 



GOD IS A SPIRIT, 



If by Thy spirit I am led, 
I know I cannot go astray ; 

For in the scriptures Christ hath said : 
"I am the life, the truth, the way." 

lead me gently right along, 



134 FARMING. 



Right in the" way that I should go ; 
My faith in Thee is growing strong, 
As that I feel I well do know. 

In Thee I humbly put my trust ; 

leai me gently by Thy hand ; 

I know that Thou art good and just, 
That all Thy saints do understand. 

On Thee for help I do depend, 

For help that I may bear my cross ; 
If Thou will guide me to the end 

1 know^thatl^cannot be lost. 

I know that Thou art good and kind, 

That all Thy works do plainly show 
As this we all should bear in mind, 

And never from Thy precepts go. 
• 
Thou lovest those that do Thy will, 

That all thy saints can testify ; 
Thy law of love thou wilt fulfill 

If we for help on thee rely. 



FARMING. 

I always loved to farm the best — 
When I get tired I stop and rest ; 
If I have means to sell or loan, 
All I do make I call my own. 

I like to have some handsome pigs, 
That I can sell when they get big ; 
I like to have them fat and nice, 
So they will fetch a handsome price. 

The first I do when out of bed, 
I make a fire to bake t\)e bread j 



THE WA Y SOME FOLKS LIVE. 135 

And when I've seen my stock is fed, 
I wash my face and comb my head. 

Then with my family I pray 
For God to keep us through the day, 
That we may ever faithful be 
Till we His face in glory see. 

Then we do take our morning meal, 
Then how thankful we do feel ; 
Then if the day proves to be wet, 
And in the house I have to sit, 

Then I do read or I do rhyme, 
And thus I pass away my time ; 
Still hoping when my work is done, 
To live and reign with God's dear son, 

Where toil and labor is no more, 
Upon that peaceful, happy shore, 
Where saints immortal ever reign, 
All freed from sorrow and from pain. 

THE WAY SOME FOLKS LIVE. 



As women are the weaker sex, 
The men should not oppress them ; 

Should learn to treat them with respect 
And labor for to bless them. 

If each should learn to keep their place, 

As God himself intended, 
They'd save themselves of much disgrace, 

And be the more respected. 

While some have wives|that want to rule, 

W T hen men are very clever, 
But still I think he is a fool 

That bears it all forever. 



136 SECRET PRA YER. 



I think those women are a pest 

That always keep a fretting ; 
Just like a hen upon her nest, 

That's maddest when she's setting. 

While some have men that's mean, 'tis true 

They always seem in trouble ; 
The more the wife she tries to do, 

They're sure to scold her double. 

Perhaps the wife has been too slow 

In fixing up his supper, 
And soon her lord begins to show 

He's getting in a pucker. 

There are some old maids, 'tis true, 

It seems their lot to tarry ; 
But still I think there are very few 

But what had rather marry. 

While the old maid is at her trade, 

Working in the kitchen, 
There's the old batch that cannot scratch 

For anv other chicken. 



SECRET PRAYER. 



O! that I had some humble place 
W T here I might hide from sorrow, 

Where I could see my Savior's face, 
And there be freed from terror. 

Had I the wings of Noah's dove, 
I'd leave the world and Satan, 

And fly away to realms above 
Where Jesus stands inviting. 

My heart is often made to mourn 



DARE TO 1)0 RIGHT. 137 

Because I'm faint and feeble, 
And when my Savior seems to frown. 
It fills my soul with trouble. 

But when He doth again return 

And I repent my folly, 
Tis then I after glory run 

And still my Jesus follow. 

I have my bitter and my sweet 

While through this world I travel; 

Sometimes I shout, sometimes I weep, 
Which makes my foes to marvel. 

But let them think and think again, 

I feel I'm bound for heaven ; 
I hope I shall with Jesus reign — 

I therefore still shall praise Him. 

I want to live a christian here ; 

I want to die while shouting ; 
I want to feel my Savior near 

When soul and body's parting. 

I want to see bright angels stand 

A waiting to receive me, 
To bear my soul to Canaan's land. 

Where Christ has crone before me. 



DARE TO DO RIGHT. 

Dare to do right, 
Fear to do wrong. 

Work with thy might, 
Keep pushing along. 

Dare to be kind, 
Dare to be true. 
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188 DARE TO DO BIGHT. 



Don't get behind 
What ever you do. 

Dare to be just, 

Dare to be plain ; 
Never once trust 

To unlawful gain. 

Dare for to love, 

Never once hate ; 
The God above 

He's so good and great. 

Dare to be glad, 

Try to keep cool ; 
If you get mad 

You might act the fool. 

Stick to the truth, 

Don't tell a lie 
Though but a youth, 

And that till you die. 

Try to obey — 

Keep God's command ; 
It is the way 

To the better land. 

Dare to believe, 
Fear for to doubt ; 

If spirit leaves, 

You never can shout. 

Dare for to rest, 
Dare to sit down ; 

Do for the best, 

Keep knocking around. 

Dare for to watch, 



JERICO TAKEN. 139 



Dare for to pray ; 
Don't be a botch, 
To you I would say. 

JERICO TAKEN 



When Israel came to Jerico, 

They made the trumpets loudly blow ; 

The Lord commanded J shua 

And told him not to di,;obey. 

Then Joshua did give command — 
He formed the people in a band ' r 
They took the ark and marched around, 
And seven trumpets for to sound. 

The seven priests that went before, 
They made the rams' horns loudly roar; 
And after them the people came, 
And thus they inarched all in a train. 

While once a day they marched around, 
They made the rams" horn loudly sound 
Until the seventh day rolled 'round, 
On which the walls came tumbling down 

The people they did never doubt. 
But at the time they gave a shout ; 
They gave the horns a lengthy sound, 
And then the walls came tumbling down 

Was it the sounds the horns did make 
That made the walls and pillars shake ; 
Or was it not the Lord's command 
To slay the people of the land? 

Into the city they did run — 

They slew the people as they came ; 

They took the spoil and went away,, 



140 TAKING A RIDE ON THE CARS. 



As God commanded Joshua. 

Then should we not obedient be, 
Although the end we cannot sec ; 
And trust the Lord and do His will, 
And all His words He will fulfill. 



TAKING A RIDE ON THE CARS. 

Come now, dear ladies, take the lead, 

And step upon the car, 
And travel off at railroad speed, 

And take your journey far. 

The steam is up, the water's hot — 

She now begins to blow ; 
Be careful nothing is forgot 

Before you have to go. 

Come, gentlemen, of every hue, 

Who wish to take a ride ; 
They arc a very clever crew — 

Along the road you glide. 

Come to the office, pay your fare, 

Be ready for to go ; 
And when you ride upon the cars, 

You will your ticket show. 

She takes her passengers on board 

Whenever they do come ; 
Gives them the best she can afford, 

Along the road they run. 

If you are going your friends to see, 
She soon will take you theie ; 

Fly rapid as the honey bee 
Upon the passenger. 



TURN POOR SINNER. 141 

TURN, POOR SINNER, 

come, poor sinners, come, 

And trust a loving Lord, 
For every word declares there's room, 

0! harken to bis word. 

You need not farther stray, 

Nor longer stay from home ; 
For God hath said, "I am the way," 

O! will you -farther roam! 

O think how God hath spared 

As long you've lived in sin ■ 
Although your hearts are getting hard.. 

Believe and enter in. 

God sent His son to save, 

To die upou the cross ; 
To turn poor sinners from their ways — 

You need not one be lost. 

The soul that sins shall die — 

His word it doth declare ; 
0! will you hearken and obey — 

The Lord will answer prayer. 

Your sins He will forgive ; 

Say, would you rather die, 
Than with His saints in glory live 

To reign above the sky? 

The servants of the Lord 

Are happy in His love ; 
They hope to gain a rich reward 

To reign with Christ above. 

Their joy and peace are one, 

United in one band ; 
Their race on earth the} T have begun — 

They're passing to that land. 



142 THE DEAD PRESIDENT. 
THE DEAD PRESIDENT. 



Garfield, the President, is dead i 

In death he's fast asleep. 
His spirit has forever iled : 

The Nation for weeps. 

He was the Nation's President, 

Pie had a tender heart ; 
For him the Nation's heart relents : 

'Tis hard with him to part. 

'Twas by Guiteau he was shot : 

In pain he suffered long ; 
As Lincoln we have not forgot, 

We think it very wrong. 

As Garfield was the Nation's friend, 

On him we did rely ; 
On him for help we did depend, 

To raise our banners high. 

'Twas the second day of July, 

This awful deed was done. 
We cannot tell the reason why — 

The news on wires did run. 

September, on the nineteenth day, 

He bade this world adieu, 
At ten p. m. he passed away. 

His love was ever true. 

For eleven weeks he suffered pain : 
At last he groaned and died. 

He left this world to live again. 
His friends were at his side. 

The news did run with lightning speed 
The bells were made to ring : 



THE STEAM HORSE 143 



The Nation's heart did almost bleed ; 
The news did sorrow bring. 

ITe now has left us for to weep ; 

We'll see his face no more, 
Till Christ shall wake him from his sleep, 

To live for evermore. 



THE STEAM HOUSE. 

There is a steed you have to feed 

With fuel and with water. 
He will not lead, nor does he need 

The saddle or the halter. 

Chorus, (After each stanza.) 

Jingle, jingle, clear the track. 

And look at him and wonder. 
The smoke is pouring o'er his back. 

He sounds like distant thunder. 

There is a road with gravel strew' d 
With cross-ties and with railing, 

On which he hauls a mighty load 
Of baggage and of mailing. 

If he should neigh, then clear the wa} T 
Be sure you're out of danger. 

It will not pay to feed him hay, 
Or fix him up a manger. 

He hauls the train that holds the grain 
That feeds the hungry nations, 

He'll not complain of cold or rain, 
While stopping at the stations. 

He hauls the meat that thousands eat, 
All with a rapid motion, 



144 STARS FALLING. 



As well the wheat that loads the fleet, 
That sails across the ocean. 

His wheels do roll, his bell will toll, 
When coming to the station. 

He lias a hole for burning coal — 
He's working for the nation. 

They run him back upon the track, 

I think it is surprising ; 
While in his stack the sparks do crack. 

The smoke above is rising. 

Is it no crime to make a rhyme, 

To tell you all about it? 
It's worth a dime to take the time, 

I hope you will not slight it. 



THE STARS FALLING.— (Nov. 11, 1833.) 

(Partly borrowed.) 

Come now my friends and neighbors all 

And listen to a solemn call 

That from the Lord i > I itely cane 
To teach the wonders of His name. 

Eighteen hundred thirty-three, 
The sight so strange appeared to be, 
That to describe it plain and clear, 
Would take an abler pen than's here. 

But I will strive to touch the case, 
And tell how strange the thine: took place. 
Was of the month, the thirteenth day, 
The month eleventh, I shall say. 

At once the stars distracted grew, 
And from their orbits quickly flew ; 



PIONEERS. 145 



It's from the zenith every way, 
In wild disorder seemed to stray. 

Then to my mind came that great day, 
When God His glory will display 

When the earth shall roll like parchment 
scroll, 

And the stars of heaven they shall fall. 

When Gabriel's trumpet it shall sound, 
To wake the nations under ground ; 
When saints immortal they shall rise 
To join the ransomed in the skies. 

There with the saints forever reign, 

No move to sigh or suffer pain, 
Upon that peaceful, happy shore 
To reign with Christ forever more. 

Then should we not all warning take? 

The world and Satan all forsake? 
From every sin and idol part 
And now for Heaven make a start? 



OUR PIONEERS. 

BY MRS. SARAH T. BOLTON. 

The following original poem was read by Mrs. 
Sarah T.Bolton at the Old Settlers' Meeting at 
Oakland, August, 1881. 

Once more, O friends, in life we meet 
Where Oakland's forest cool and green 

Spreads summer grass beneath our feet, 
Above our heads a leafy screen, 

And bright-winged wild birds, all day long, 

Pour out their happiness in song. 



146 PIONEERS. 



We meet for interchange of thought, 

Not with grand words and foreign phrase, 

But in the mother language, taught 
In log-house schools, in other days, 

When brave, true hearts, and hard, brown hands 

Kindled home-fires in this new land. 

It is our privilege to tell 

The history of eventful years, 
And what of good and ill befell 

Fair Indiana's pioneers — 
The self-denying, good and great 
Fathers and mothers of our State. 

To tell of sacrifices made, 

Of trials, hardships suffered when 

The broad foundation-stones were laid 
In wild and wood, o'er hill and glen, 

Whereon, in peace and lawful sway. 

Two million people build to-day. 

Those royal-hearted sons of toil, 
Brave to endure and strong to do, 

Who won their bread from virgin soil, 
Were to each other kind and true, 

With heart and hand, in work and deed 

To aid a neighbor in his need. 

The selfishness, the greed of gain 

That grasps what it may call its own, 

Despite a brother's loss or pain, 

Was to their generous souls unknown — 

Their gains were light, possessions small, 

But good to one was gain to all. 

Through sympathy right nobly born, 

They helped to build the poor man's roof, 

Lent him a horse to plow his corn, 
A loom to weave his warp and woof, 

And filled with meal his empty bin, 



PIONEERS. U; 



Until the promised crop came in. 

And when a preacher came their way, 
They gathered in the forest green 

To hear the word, to sing and pray, 
With hearts and consciences serene, 

Uplifted by that holy Faith 

That lights the shadowy vale of death. 

And soon they built, on some green knoll, 
A school-house and a church in one, 

Where in some domine's control, 
The simple elements were won, 

Of that which is beyond all dower 

Of birth or wealth, man's ehiefest power. 

And some of those who used to meet, 
With tattered spelling-book and slate, 

In piebald jackets, bare brown feet, 

Now hold the helm that guides the state, 

And look with pride from where they rule 

To cabin-home and cabin-school. 

In such, a Jackson, Lincoln, Clay, 
First caught a glimmer of that light 

Which brightened to the perfect day 
And guided them to the proud height 

Whereon they stood, each like a star 

Sending its dazzling beams afar. 

Life, in the wilderness, went slow — 
There were no famous lectures then, 

No circus with its royal show 

Of tinseled women, juggling men ; 

No acrobats, no grand trapeze, 

In these wild woods, in those old days. 

But, now and then, as chance befell, 

Our fathers took a holiday 
To hunt the game o'er hill and dell, 



148 PIONEERS. 



And there was profit in their play, 
For the award of common luck 
Was some fine doe, or antlered buck. 

Sometimes the women gathered in 

In home-made gowns, with blithesome tread 
To card a neighbor's wool, and spin, 

Or frame and quilt a patch-work spread — 
And busy hands and tongues kept time, 
Like echoes of some Norseland rhyme. 

Meanwhile, the men with hand-spikes, teams, 
Rolled huge, green logs and fired the pile, 

Or fashioned sleepers, rafters, beams, 
And raised the barn in olden style ; 

Husked corn, or threshed the golden wheat, 

With many a flail in ryhthmic beat. 

And then a sumptuous feast was set 
Of venison, turkey, pone and pies, 

And merrier people never met 

With truer hearts or brighter eyes, 

Than greeted that board beneath the trees, 

Amidst the songs of bird and breeze. 

Then, boys and girls put by the chairs, 
The quilting-frame and spinning-wheel, 

Sweep up the floor, and range in pairs, 
To dance the old Virginia reel, 

And, as the fiddler touched the string, 

Some youngster cut the pigeon-wing. 

And far away o'er sweep and swell, 

The echoes wakened to repeat 
The merry sounds that rose and fell, 

As up and down, with flying feet, 
And cheeks like roses blown in June, 
They chased some old familiar tune. 

Ah, never in a palace hall, 



PIONEERS. 149 



Where lofty lords nod ladies met. 
In silken sheen and jewels all, 

To dance the stately minuet, 
Was found such free and full delight, 
As stirred the dancers' hearts that night. 

Those olden times have passed away, — 
And in the clearing - by the wood, 

Fair architecture builds, to-day, 

Proud mansions where the cabins stood, 

And cities lift their domes and spires 

Where hunters struck their lone camp-fires. 

Of men and women brave and true, 

Who bore the heat and burden there, 
We find among us still a few 
With faltering feet and thin, white hair, — 
In holy faith and patient hope, 
Walking down life's western slope. 

God bless the pilgrims, one and all, 
And lead them gently by the hand. 

As where the lengthening shadows fall, 
They journey through the evening land ; 

And guide them, by the eternal light. 

Thnt shines beyond the shores of night. 

To those who met with us last year, 
Dear friends, who are not with us now, 

We give the tribute of a tear, 

With quiet heart and tranquil brow, 

They fell asleep — He knoweth best 

Who giveth His beloved rest; 



THE END. 



CONTENTS. 



Abraham swearing his Servant, 

A Little. . ' . 

Ahasarus and Queen Esther. 

A Crown of Life. 

A better Country. 

Ahab and Jezebel. 

Across the Shore. 

A Temperance Song. 

A Home Mission Hymn. 

A drunken Husband. 

A Storm. . 

He on thy Guard. 

Betrayal of Christ. 

Beneath the A Itar we do sec. 

Bow in Prayer. 

Beautiful Things Above. 

Be Firm. . . , . 

Be ye holy. 

Caesar, Crassus and Pompey, 

''oil version of St. Paul. " . 

Children, do you lore your Papa? 

Confess your Sins. 

Calvary. 

< Ihildren, love One Another. 
Celestial Telegraph. 

Peal Justiy. . 

Pare to do* Right. 

Emancipation. 

Evils of Intemperance. 

Enca m p m ent o f Israel. 

Falling Leaves. 

Farewell. .... 

Farming. .... 

Going to Kentucky. 

God's Vineyard. . 

< tod is Above. 
God is Love. 

Go in the A T ineyard of the Lord. 

1 ''lis a Spirit. , 

Help the Poor. 

Home Missionary Hymn. 

Isaac and Esau ' . . . 

I love the old Flag. 

Independence Day, 

I wan to Live Right. 

If I had Fingers Nimble. 

I love the Temperance Sons. 

> r love to meet Jesus. 



CONTEXTS. 



1 don't mind the Toll. 

July the Fourth. 

Jesse's Boys. .... 

Joseph's Coat. 

Jerico Taken. .... 

Keep wide Awake. . , 

Keep Good Company. 

Keep the Narrow Way. 

Kind Greeting. 

Let not the Sun go down on thy Wrath. 

Let not the Thistles grow. 

Love is the Golden Chain. 

Making Rhymes. 

Meeting ■ Jacob and Esau. , 

Noah's 1 lood. 

Nebuchadnezzar's Vision. 

Old Settlers' Song. 

Old Settlers' Meeting. 

Old John Bull. 

Our Pioneers. . 

Praying to God. 

Patience of Job. 

Returning Thanks. 

Remember thv Creator. 

Rest. . - . - . 

Raising of Lazarus 

Roll on 

Repent Ye. .... 

Scenes of Nature. 

Seek God early. 

Submit to God. . . , 

Seeking Grace. 

Sweet and Bitter. 

Soldiers of Jesus. 

Stray Thoughts. 

Spring Flow ... 

Seek the Savior. 

Secret Prayer. 

The Creation. 

The Bible is the Word of God. 

Taking of Fort Donelson, 

To our Soldiers. 

The Y. M. C. A. 

The dying Saint. 

Thou glittering Spirit. 

The Holy Bible. 

The Lord is gdod. 

The Spiritual Railroad. 

The Lord will bless. 

The Year Eighty is past. . , 

Taking of Red Eye. 

Time is rolling on. 

The Lord is my Friend. 

The Christian Path. 

The unjust Judge. 

The Grasshopper War. 



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CONTENTS. 



The Lambs at play. . . . . .111 

The meanest Man. ..... 

The broad Road. ..... 

The first Steamboat. .... 

The Infant Moses. ..... 

The Telegraph. . . . . , 

The Gospel Banner. ..... 

The Works of God. ..... 

The way some Folks live. 

Taking a ride on the Cars. .... 

Turn poor Sinner, . ... 

The dead President. .... 

The steam Horse. ..... 

Uncle Sam, . ..... 

We mourn for the Dead. .... 

Walls of Jerico thrown down. 

We ought to be thankful. .... 

What is Man? ...... 

Women's Rights. ..... 

When I was a Baby. ..... 

Why will you wait, ..... 



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